One month into this retirement thing, I am mostly content. It’s wonderful not to have to tell someone, “I’m sorry, but I have a day-job thing that night.” It’s wonderful that most of the deadlines in my life are now self-imposed. It’s wonderful that I don’t have to leave my canine friends for hours almost every day of the week anymore.
I wish I had focused more on accumulating a life’s savings, but on the other hand I won’t be starving, and I should have a roof over my head with my name on it, for the foreseeable future. The key to having all that you want is to want what you have, and I am especially content on that score.
I still waste more time than I ought, but it’s almost exhilarating to know that it’s all my time to waste. And I can stop at any moment and start on something that is not wasting time, not busy work, and not insignificant.
Of course, I find significance in much that you might find insignificant, and vice versa. That’s just another of the miracles about this new life.
