Here’s my dilemma as I approach my retirement and try to prepare for it financially and emotionally.
I have a very good idea of what I’m going to quit doing:
- Going to the office (coal mine) five or six days a week
- Interacting daily with coworkers and clients
- Adding value (taking care of business) for coworkers and clients
- Getting a paycheck
- Making (and executing) plans with my spouse
- Doing things with and for our sons
- Building things in the shop
- Growing things in the garden
- Making art
- Making music
- Making our neighbors into friends
- Serving on boards
- Reading just for fun
- Napping in the sun
- Organizing our records
- Culling our stuff (eBay, here I come!)
- Volunteering
- Exercising in the middle of the day
- Seeing more movies, concerts, plays, etc.
- Writing more
- Having a glass of wine with lunch
- Managing our investments
- Looking at photo albums with spouse and sons
- Becoming more adept at digital photography and computer graphics
- Traveling
- Walking/running the dog
- Holding the cats
. . . and the list goes on.
So, I’m quite sure about the main things I’ll quit doing. And, I have a long list of what I want to do. What I don’t know, however, is what I actually will do. I can’t do everything on the “want to” list, at least not at the same time, and at an enjoyable pace, and well. So, where do I start? And, what else will be occupying my time and attention?
- Will I still be able to go to bed at a reasonable hour and get up in time to have a full 16+ hour day?
- Should I be doing a little cooking? Cleaning? Shopping? Chatting?
- What about visiting the relatives (you can pick your friends . . .)?
- What if we find we need supplemental income?
- What will I do if I or a family member gets sick or injured?
- What if one dies?
- What if we don’t die before the money’s gone?
- What'll I do?
And that, my friends, is the song, or at least the phrase from the song, that I can’t get out of my head lately. Irving Berlin wrote it in 1923. Several people recorded it, including the version I recall by Linda Ronstadt in 1983.
What’ll I do when you are far away,
And I am blue, what’ll I do?
The song is about the end of a romance, of course. My relationship with my career has been good, but not that good. Still, the end of it will definitely leave me with a sense of loss. And, and lack of direction. It will require me to reinvent myself. And, I’m not sure how much leeway, or how much capability, I truly have in that regard.
So, I can’t help but wonder . . . really, what’ll I do?
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