Photo on 2010-11-09 at 20.11It seems surprising to me that when so many of us look towards ‘retirement’ as an answer to everything, a lot of us are also so afraid of it.

My hairdresser thought I was too young and worried for me.  She liked being at work more than being at home.

She is not alone.  Many of us enjoy being at work more.  We cry for freedom but we also love having schedules made for us.  We know exactly what we are suppose to be doing all day long, including when we eat.  Freelancing and winging it on your own could be scary.

I was never one of those who counted down to the months, days and hours to being finally free, whatever that means.  I was never one who worry about things to do, places to go, etc.  But.  I did worry about who I was going to be and who had I been all these years.

How am I doing?  Well, I’m in my 3rd month.  I haven’t traveled the whole wide world yet.  I haven’t made a ton of new friends, not even a one, though have met some new people.  I haven’t discovered any new burning desires.  Haven’t won the lottery, or anything.  All this does make me feel somewhat of a ‘failure’ at retirement.  Somehow I feel that one should be out there burning up one’s bridges.

Oh well, I am always bigger in my own mind than I really am!  But I have been getting 8 hours of sleep almost every night.  I am enjoying the lovely autumn on our daily morning bike rides with Sheba.  I am working out my quirks.  I am enjoying life.

Isn’t the sun just lovely this morning?