dog-mom, horse servant and cat-slave,
Lover of solitude
and the company of good friends,
new places, new ideas
and old wisdom.
I just cannot figure it out. How is life still whirling by, filled with so much, to do when I am supposed to be retired? Okay, I am a little A.D.D. and a dear friend who is also a therapist told me that means my frontal cortex is always looking for stimulation. I know this to be true because….
One day, back when I was working full time, I decided to test what it felt like to be retired, so I went out on my front porch and sat in a rocking chair overlooking our pasture, a bucolic, peaceful scene. The idea was to do nothing, pretending that I had all the time in the world and could finally just sit and rock, as I imagined old people did.
I lasted exactly six rocks. Then I jumped up to find something to do.
All my life I had looked forward to the day when I would be free to write full time, to read as much as I wanted, to travel, to do fun stuff. Now, a new fear arose: Was I going to fail at retirement?
When the actual, real “R” date loomed, I grew anxious. I was accustomed to being around people every day and having very full days (writing only in the evenings and weekends) and meaningful work. I couldn’t imagine writing for eight hours or not seeing my friends. I lived almost an hour from town and worried I might feel isolated. What if I had to sit on my front porch and rock and do nothing?
My anxiety grew. I even took a workshop called “Aging Gracefully” and started writing a book about how to face retirement! At some point it dawned on me that I had a car, for heaven’s sake, and a driver’s license. I could go see the people and places I wanted to see! Silly, yes, but this one thought felt like a life saver.
Hard to believe that was six years ago! Hard to believe how fulfilling and full my life is. I’m so fortunate in so many ways! Life is precious, y’all. Choose carefully what you fill it with. Make sure it is a mix of self fulfillment, giving back, and making the world a better place, even in tiny ways.
That’s actually all I have to say, because I’ve been so busy, it was just yesterday I realized I needed to write something for today!
Oh yes, PS —
The final book in my trilogy about a police officer who discovers she is a witch has made its debut, and I am thrilled to have it complete. It didn’t get a coming out party because of Covid, but
…announcing the long-awaited HOUSE OF IRON!
T.K.Thorne is a retired police captain who writes Books, which, like this blog, go wherever her curiosity and imagination take her. More at TKThorne.com