Well, here goes nothing. I’m…retired? Holy cow. That can’t be right. How did I get to “that place” already? It appears to be true, however.
Feeling a little insecure, excited, lost, adventurous, happy, sad…confused.
So many things I want to do and explore. Places to go. People to see. But I want to nest, too. Stay home – garden, cook, work out, more yoga, more fashion…and no schedules.
Will there be a new me emerging? If so, what happens to the “old” me? And what was wrong with her? Oh geez…you get my drift (into space)?
To use a favorite Oprah opening, “what I know for sure is”…I’m a searcher, a ponderer – someone who has questioned (obviously) life, purpose, being…whatever, for her whole life. So here I am on the precipice of what could be the best new adventure of my life, and I’m still asking questions and pondering my choices.
Am I being overly optimistic about the freedom this thing called “retirement” will bring?
Will I find myself lost and adrift without the comfort of a daily schedule dictated by someone else (either a boss or a client)?
With my newfound freedom, do I have time to save the planet?
What adventures await as I throw off the shackles of propriety (a little dramatic, but you get the point)?
Any thoughts? Advice you can share with me of your own experiences and learnings if you’ve gone down this path before me?
Till next time,