I could get used to this
retirement scene, now already four weeks into what we all dream of throughout
our working lives and honestly report that I have managed to accomplish a few
realistic goals I assigned myself, having absolutely no experience with what
this new journey would entail. Number
one goal (to not set the alarm for 6 a.m.) was the easiest to attain. Of course, my body’s clock fought my
perceived ideal wake up time of closer to 8 a.m., but I eventually won the
battle. I love slowly waking up with the
sunrise, sea gulls chatting, gulf breezes gently stirring the bedroom curtains
and my sweet sleeping husband, taking time to consider plans for the day before
my feet hit the floor (coffee on the deck?, a walk around the neighborhood?,
surprise Marty with breakfast?, work on my blog?).
Another goal of cleaning and
preparing our guest bedroom for any anticipated company was successful after
months of its only utility being storing holiday decorations. I am reading, writing and coloring more, stressing
less and even occasionally napping mid afternoon.
When employed “9 to 5” for
multiple (45+) years, it’s a big deal to one day, in the middle of the week (on
a Wednesday, for goodness’ sake!), decide to put together a pot of homemade
spaghetti sauce, an enjoyable task that up until now had only been reserved for
the weekends. Baking Marty’s favorite
(from-scratch) oatmeal-raisin cookies on a recent Monday morning trumps
transcribing medical records any day!
You might even spot us at our local Denny’s mid morning/mid week for a
veggie omelet and coffee.
Though our dreams of my
retirement always included impromptu sunset cruises in our deck boat,
afternoons of fishing and/or lounging in the pool, the timing for such seasonal
activities is not quite optimal with a cool and rainy spring season currently
spoiling our relaxing outdoors. But,
there is no doubt that with the guaranteed arrival of Florida ’s
Nature Coast summer temperatures, enjoying our
waterfront paradise is our eventual priority!
Beyond the limitations the
weather is creating, the struggles of dealing with obstacles in health
maintenance continue. Why can’t we
retire at 32 as opposed to 62, at our most healthy selves? Though we refuse to allow minor fitness
matters to diminish our activity levels, our physical abilities don’t always
match our mind’s desires. For example,
Marty wishes for us to visit and climb the Dunn’s
River Falls in Ocho Rios ,
Jamaica in the
near future (again), but my reality leans toward happily remembering the one
and only time I accomplished this feat!
Kick-starting my goal of
pursuing writing is slow-going as well, though I have had two paid stints with
an on-line magazine since retiring. The
details and outlining of a specific young adult nonfiction story continue to
engage my mind during the days and sometimes arouse me from sleep. With encouragement from friends and multiple
resources for education regarding the writers’ process, confidence and
motivation to get started are all I
require.
Thankfully, retirement is far
from humdrum. “What ever will I do?” has
become “what necessary, yet relaxing, project may I complete today that I
failed to accomplish while working?”
Yep, there are absolutely no regrets regarding this decision!
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