Well – that’s it! After forty years of continual employment I am no longer a working man. For the first time in my life since I commenced my education at the age of five (with perhaps the exception of school summer holidays) my existence has no clearly defined structure. This might take a little getting used to.
The obvious question – to which I am immediately subjected – is naturally:
“How does it feel to be retired?”
The answer, of course, is that I have no idea. I left work on a Friday. It is the weekend. It could – in fact – be any weekend, except that I don’ t have to go to work next Monday.
Still – I could be on holiday, and indeed I have no doubt that this is going to feel like being on holiday for quite some time, particularly as we head for British Columbia in just over two weeks time.
Have no fear. I am going to post on the subject of retirement. Probably extensively! But not now – not just yet…
This all needs to sink in for a while.
“Bear with…” – as the slightly dated cultural reference would have it…
Tags: Leaving, Retirement, work
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