I am starting my third year of retirement. Sometimes I
still want to go back, but then I look out at the water
from my living room window, or I go sit on my back porch
and I am thankful to be retired.
One of my neighbors retired at 48. I retired at 52. My
husband retired at 50. We are not rich, but we get by
for sure. Anyway, the neighbor said that he thinks it is
weird that we all feel guilty for being retired so young.
He is right, I do feel guilty. I feel I should be
earning money for some reason. But the neighbor has
decided that when someone asks him what he does, he will
now proudly say he is retired. He and all of us worked
hard to get here, no matter the age.
I have a cousin who is in her 40th year of teaching and
brags how she is going to do it until she hits 50 years.
She is good at it, but I really was tired when I left.
Special ed took it out of me. She complains about how
things are so different. I decided when I was
complaining more than enjoying, it was time to go.
I also enjoy sleeping later. I am volunteering on
Wednesday at a place I have to be by 8 in the morning. I
don't like Wednesday mornings any more. I like sleeping
until 8:30 or 9:00. I don't go to bed until 1 or 2.
That is another benefit of retiring. It fits my sleep
pattern.
Anyway, that is my rabbit trail for today. I am off to
crochet, which is a new hobby that I love. I am also
working on quilting and all that other "old lady" stuff
that younger people would do if they just had the time.

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