Living the Dream
It is 8 years ago today that I left my office desk and took my first steps into retirement.
Fittingly, this afternoon I was reminded of some of the associated emotions whilst chatting to our next door neighbour who retired too a few weeks ago. Whilst he's clearly throwing himself into all those tasks that you let slip whilst you are busy working down to your final day, he also divulged that he is experiencing those horrendous nightmares where you wake up, palms sweating, realising that you were imagining yourself back in the workplace.
At least I was able to reassure him that, 8 years on, not only would I be incapable of doing the job that kept me occupied and fulfilled for so long, but also I honestly would be unable to recall what used to be required of me, at least not sufficient to dream about it. Who would have thought it would be possible to get to that stage, but when life is filled in other ways, memories of the task of earning a living by pursuing a career do actually fade.
A year ago I was contemplating the need to up my game in the simplification stakes. It's a work in progress but I definitely feel as if I'm making headway. Likewise and cognisant of my comments about health and life being precious, the past few months have thrown up my own medical scare perhaps even upping the pace at which I've felt a need to organise and sort in order to enjoy life to the full. In turn, as I recorded in my last post, the hurdle I've encountered as a consequence is no longer one of overcoming chaos to reach Nirvana but instead of being overwhelmed by all that I have taken on.
So Year 9 is about taking a step back to find that inner calmness and much needed balance in life The quest for the truly Great Dream of the perfect retired state of happiness and fulfilment without overstretching oneself.