Sometimes Facebook really nails it. That poster says it all, doesn’t it? In eight
months, one week (as of the date of this post), that’s going to be me! And I can’t wait for glorious
retirement. While I’m waiting, though, I’ve
heard from both sides of the early retirement versus the “What would I do if I
retired? I’d be bored to death! And broke!”
factions.
“But…but…you’re only 62! Why don’t you wait and retire when
you can get full benefits?” That’s the most
common question. My answer? “Because, sugar. By then I might be dead.” I hope I’m not, you understand. I certainly don’t expect to be, but then, I
don’t think anybody does. I’m blessed in not having any health issues, neither
does my already retired husband (well, that’s not exactly true on the already retired part, seeing as how
he’s “Granddaddy Day Care”, the man really
earns his keep) and trust me, I know how fortunate I am to be able to say
that. It’s cause for celebration, and
what better way to celebrate it than to retire and enjoy it?
“But…but…nobody else can do my job the way I can! I don’t
know what my boss/company/firm would do without me!” My response to that? “Darlin’, I don’t care what my boss/company/firm is going to do without me.” Let’s face
it. If I (or anyone else) should be killed in a car accident this afternoon,
another warm body would be at my desk (or anyone else’s) the next day. Because no one is irreplaceable. I’ve spent the
last forty years in a law office as a legal secretary/paralegal. I’m good at my job. I’ll go further than
that. I’m very good at my job. I do the best job I can under all any
circumstances. I always have, and I’ll do that until the day I walk away. That
doesn’t mean nobody else can step in after me and do the same thing. Maybe not
as well, not at first. But they’ll
learn. Who knows? Maybe they’ll even be better at it than I am.
And the world will keep right on turning in its assigned orbit, now won’t it?
“But…but…I’d be bored!” Really?
My sympathies. Because I won’t be. Oh, granted, I have the small
advantage of being a writer, and being a retired Seenager will finally give me
the time I don’t have now to dive right into that next plot waiting over the
horizon, or that one over on the side that’s been brewing for these last few
years, or that one that just sprang up, full-blown, from a chance conversation
overheard in the check-out line at the grocery store. I have not one but two coming soons, covers over on the side of this paragraph, that have been coming soons so long my fans (yes, I really do have one or two) don't even ask when anymore. (But before I retire, I promise, I'm workin' on 'em, I'm workin' on 'em,) But even without that—because
writing’s definitely not the only way
I’ll be spending my time—I have growing grandchildren two miles away to play
with, a husband to go shopping with in
the middle of the day if we want to, pets to nuzzle my face with wet noses,
television shows and movies to watch, sunsets to marvel over, hoot-owls and
crickets to listen to in the evening twilights. Again, I’m blessed. And I know it. And again, what better way to
celebrate such blessings than to enjoy
them?
“But…but…I can’t afford
to retire!” I’ll admit that’s a
personal decision no one can make for another, and whether that statement’s
true or not for any individual depends to a great extent on personal
preferences and lifestyles. Me, I’m a simple country girl. I always have
been. If my dream retirement consisted
of world travel, well, no, I couldn’t afford to retire. Of course, I couldn’t
afford to do that if I didn’t retire, either, so that’s kind of a moot
point. Fortunately for me, I don’t even like to travel. We have the home we
always wanted which is comfortable, but not fancy, set squarely in the middle
of a fifty-acre wood we couldn’t have afforded if we lived in any other area of
the country. In short, I have everything
I ever wanted and I don’t want anything I don’t already have. Blessed.
Would I turn back the hands of time and do things differently
if I had that magical power? Change my
life? Nope. I wouldn’t be a day younger than I am right now if you paid me.
Because everything that’s ever happened in my life has made me who I am,
right now, at this precise moment in time. And being a Seenager is going to be
a lot more fun than being a teenager!
Bring it on!
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