At this point, I'm talking to myself. I haven't yet invited him or her or them. Or even you! I'll get there. Maybe today, maybe not. This is a big deal, writing about these changes, these gulps. I'm going to retire. R-E-T-I-R-E.
What the heck does that mean, anyway? Y'know, it depends on the source of information. There are those TV commercials that show 'this generation of retirees' running and swimming and whatever the 3rd part is of a triathalon. Then there's the pictures of seniors sitting around in an aging people's center all playing board games and cards. There's the lonely retiree who's fallen and can't get up for days. (Ever wonder if she peed herself before help finally came? I did!)
I don't see ME in any of these visions! So what will my retirement be?? No answers today, just pondering. I do that a lot these days.
The very thought of retirement scares the beejeesus out of me. I suspect you're way ahead of me regarding that.
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