Doing nothing is stressful. Guilt accosts idleness. Nervousness infringes on slow. Inaction breeds shame. I carried those feelings throughout my life and they remained in my retirement mind, cluttering the new reality that aging introduces. I grew up knowing there was one path on life’s road and it was marked ‘fast’: work hard, stay busy,… Continue reading Learning Not to Do
“Don’t you want to know what I do?” I asked. “No”, he answered. “But what I do is who I am,” I replied. “Why?” he asked. “Because I’m important. I have status. My job tells you about me,” I declare. “I don’t care what you did for a living,” he responds. “In retirement, we all… Continue reading Retirement is a Dance
In our society, what we do is one of the first things people ask us. Usually our jobs define us, setting the stage on which we perform. Our self-image is wrapped up in what we do for a living, our accomplishments, our income, as though the reason for our being is based on ‘doing’. I… Continue reading Learning to ‘Be’
It is a sad day when one learns that one is lazy. I’m not certain if I have always been afflicted with this malady, or if it is something that has crept into my life with retirement. Whichever, I can attest to the fact that I am comfortable sitting in front of my computer, playing… Continue reading Who Said I Am Lazy?