Night sweats, terror dreams, restless monkey mind and walk, walk, walk and then walk a little more. Lots of walking. They say walking is good for your heart, your hips and you mental health. I must be fit as a fiddle. And then some!
And so goes my first official week of retirement.
What the hell was I thinking? It’s 10:0am on Day Two and I am OFFICIALLY BORED. I should have planned better. Thought this through. Booked up my schedule. Made more friends. Stayed in Oregon where I actually had friends. And like-minded friends at that.
Day One – I settled back in, got everything organized and then…??? You guessed it, went for a walk. Retirement is a whole new ball game and I am working on some long range travel goals, but at this moment it appears I need structure. I need mental stimulation. I need people. I need something to DO. Something with purpose. I need a PLAN.
Hubs has taken the act of doing nothing to high art. He loves it! He’s good at it! And he has no apologies for feeling that way. Good for him. We live in a small flat and everywhere I turn, there he is – so happy that I am finally retired and home with him. Doing nothing too. He is so damn pleasant and happy that I want to slap him and say “Get a job!” Bless his heart.
I’ve never read Dantes Inferno, but I think I’m living in some version of it right now. “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate” Or the movie Groundhog Day. Without the alarm clock. Same. Same. Same.
Whew! This feels a whole lot like whining. Not usually my MO unless there is actual wine involved, but sometimes it’s the best you’ve got. Say it out loud. Let it go. Then get on with it girl. It’s time for the harder than I thought it would be work of sorting out retirement and what it will look like for me. Not hubs, not friends who have gone before, but ME.
To be continued…
P.S. Retirement officially started when my feet touched American soil not while still enjoying play time in sunny Mexico. That was officially “I’m finally on vacation” time. I was walking but definitely not whining that week.