Now that I'm retired I have nothing to complain about. And I'm not saying that as if it's a GOOD thing. I have no "great" stories to tell about work anymore, since I don't actually have a job anymore. (And by great story, I mean complaint.) When people ask me how it's going in retirement, I have nothing to complain about so I think my answers will actually be really boring to people now. I think I was a little addicted to complaining. I think some of my friends were addicted to my complaining too, because I no longer have any great stories to tell. No one really wants to hear about how great life is now, and they especially don't want to hear that the one thing about it that isn't as much fun is that I don't have anything to complain about anymore.
I was at a party last night and told a friend that I haven't seen in awhile that I retired three weeks ago. He asked me what I have been doing. Since I know all the good stuff wouldn't make for a very good story, I scanned my brain for a complaint, and told him how my biggest problem was getting out of my pajamas by 4pm. His response was that I would be back working in a matter of months, because to him, this did indeed sound like a very bad thing. But the truth is, I'm past thinking that is a bad thing, in fact, I admit now that it's kind of a fun thing. But people mostly want to hear stories that sound like complaining, and it's good enough to deliver to them even when, secretly, I'm not really complaining.
I must admit, at various times during the day my brain does kind of an auto-scan looking for something wrong. My brain has not gotten out of this habit yet simply because I'm retired. It still keeps looking for that thing. But since my brain is not finding anything it is also not craving alcohol very often either. (There seems little risk of the worry "Am I Drinking My Retirement Savings Away.") At first, I thought this was because I got sick the day after I retired, but even after I felt better, I still didn't think so much about drinking. I'm not really in the mood to have a drink (or three) sitting at home on Friday night. (The truth is, I'm not even sure which night is Friday--they all feel the same now). I mostly only want to have a drink when out with friends. Definitely I contemplate having a drink far less often.
The other thing I think about far less often is food. By the time I remember to eat breakfast, it's 10:30 or so and at 2:00 my husband says "don't you think you better eat lunch?" At work I thought about food ALL THE TIME. Because when there wasn't something to complain about, I was actually kind of bored. It's funny that people think you will be bored when you retire--the truth is I was kind of bored at work, so going to get a snack (or thinking about going to get a snack) was something I spent a lot of brain power on, when I wasn't scanning for something to complain about.
Oh! I just thought of one: rats in the attic and mice underneath the house! But perhaps that's a subject for a future post.