Lost My Fear of Retirement
This week Vonnie and I have been segregating and packing things for the apartment in Indianapolis. I now know where a lot of what I've made has gone over the years: I believe that we must have about three of everything. It has felt a lot like what a divorce must be like in trying to decide which pizza cutter stays here and which one goes to Indiana. Who get the toaster and the blender? Those mugs aren't going anywhere because they were mine before we married, etc... At this point I can't help but reflect on what I've learned from three months between jobs. Among the most enlightening is that I have lost my fear of retirement. For years I haven't placed much stock in retirement. I can't ever, and I mean ever , see myself rocking on the back porch and doing nothing. Neither of us have ever seen ourselves sitting in our respective recliners staring at each other for the last several years of our lives. Because of that I've never put much ...