Hopes and Fears

Prior to retirement my hopes were:
  • To fulfil my resolution to retire in 2014
  • To remain fit and healthy for many years to come, with a view to living life to the full in retirement
  • To have a retirement in which I enjoy both creativity and adventure 
 
 
Prior to retirement my fears were that:
  • I may miss work
  • Our financial planning may be inadequate
  • I shall stagnate or grow old before my time
  • I could be lonely and spend too much time with just Mister E
  • I might drown if I agree to Mister E's dream of an Atlantic crossing in a small yacht

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