It was time. I was waiting for the perfect moment to turn in my paperwork to announce my intent to retire. After telling my supervisor, I brought cupcakes in for my co-workers with a note announcing my retirement. Over the previous six months there had been several announcements about pending births that were met with enthusiasm and rounds of congratulations. Three hours passed, I received one congratulations from a co-worker. Some never said anything and another was jealous. No mention was ever made of the years I had worked or the contributions I had made. Throughout the coming months I received comments such as “I wish I was retiring” or “where will you be moving to”. To which I responded “you do know you have to be older to retire or very wealthy” and “there are no plans to move right now”. It was a relief to turn in my paperwork. After months of thinking about retiring and not saying anything I could now talk about it. After a few years of uncertainty whether I would have a job I could retire with grace and on my own terms.
The concept of retirement meant a change in how I worked. It certainly did not mean I would sit around on a rocking chair overlooking a beach or in my case the mountains day after day. I knew I needed to stay busy and find activities which had meaning to me. The first three years of retirement were an adjustment. At times I felt stuck, uncertain and perhaps a little depressed that I didn’t know what I wanted to do despite having created a list of things that interested me. The first three years of retirement included our son graduating from college, some health issues, a pandemic and uncertainty as how I was going to navigate this change.
This is part of the poem, The Hill We Climb, by Amanda Gorman. Gorman will read this poem today at the inauguration of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. Gorman, 22, is continuing a tradition that includes poets such as Robert Frost and Maya Angelou, and is the youngest poet in recent memory to deliver a […]History has its eyes on us — Retirementally Challenged
I started off the year reading The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. I found the first part of the book boring and very repetitive. As I often do when a book is like that but yet I still kind of want to know what happens I will start jumping around, which I did. I landed in the middle and began to become intrigued with the book and stayed with it until the end. The story line is of a girl, Addie who makes a deal with a dark god to live her life in freedom. Unfortunately this means others will not remember her when she sees them again. Until she meets Henry in 2014 who remembers her. The book parallels Addie’s life from her birth in the late 1600’s with her life in 2014. The author has done an excellent job connecting this parallel timelines. The ending was a surprise, though it shouldn’t have been. Still not sure if I liked the ending but overall this was an excellent read.