We’re already halfway into the month of September. In my yard, the currant and wild rose leaves are turning crimson. Most years, I’d find myself in the midst of back-to-school events, or in the university’s fall semester about now. But now that I’m retired, I don’t have to concern myself with those kinds of things. I’m arleady doing what I want to do: writing full-time.
It has been easier for me than many expected. Several people thought I’d miss my job or go stir-crazy staying home most days. Although I sometimes think of people from work or wonder how my former students are doing, I don’t pine for them or feel a need to go back. I was ready to retire. Going to yoga class and the occasional errand or time with family and friends seems to be enough activity. I like living in the slow lane.
Instead of rushing around trying to work full-time, run a household, squeeze in time with family and friends, and find a little time to myself now and then, I can focus on a few things. I write for 4 hours and read about 1 hour a day. I go to yoga class about twice a week and walk most of the other days. I see my family, my writing friends, a few others I’m close to. And I have free time to volunteer, go to events in the community, or do nothing if I choose. It’s great! There are times when I miss the money from a steady paycheck, but the ability to do what I want is well worth it.
Those of you who are thinking of getting off the treadmill and trying something else, go for it. I find the more I say no and slow down, the happier I become. Busy-ness is overrated.