I must say retirement is even better than I expected. Easing into my second week, I didn’t know life could be so sweet.
Staying up late and sleeping in are now a luxurious norm. Sundays are twice as enjoyable without the dread of Monday. And everyday is like a Saturday.
I’m actually working harder now . . . at least my back tells me so. Every day I find myself thinking, “How did I ever get all of this yard work done before?” And of course, the answer is, “I didn’t.” Now, no matter how much there is to do, I can take my time, go at a pace my back can tolerate, and most importantly, enjoy every minute of it.
To think some people have enjoyed this kind of leisurely pace all of their lives is hard for me to comprehend. After working for 52 years, I think no one could possibly be enjoying this sweet life more. Now there is time to arrange flowers. Time to light candles and read a book. No more rushing. A simpler life . . . as it was meant to be.