I Was a Reluctant Retiree is the reader essay in the Globe and Mail this morning. Looks like there are a few of us out there.
The author, Elaine Peebles, retired 3 years ago and still finds the transition challenging. She fills her time with tennis and travel and wonders if she did sufficient preparation for this big life change. She still rankles at loss of identity. I laughed to discover that like me, in spite of her new freedom, she still doesn't have enough time to read, and her basement remains unorganized.
I hear you, Elaine. But I sense that I may be a bit more settled in this new role and I wonder if it might come down to something as simple as age. I suspect that I am older than lots of new retirees. At almost 68, with mortality staring me in the face, I really had to decide how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. It's that basic.
And besides (as I often explained to my library colleagues) it's got to be awkward steering a walker up and down the stacks.