It’s been one month since I officially retired. If you can call it that. I like to call it a mini retirement. Now, I’ve been planning this for months. Some may even say years actually. Since I turned 35 or so I’ve been testing out places for my retirement. And when I say places I mean beaches.
Let me just say it did not look like this. I planned to retire on a beach somewhere warm and sunny. It’s currently 28 degrees and while the sun it out, it feels nothing even remotely close to warm. Things changed in my life 6years ago that made the beach life unattainable at least for another 3 or so years.
And yet I gave it all up. I’m not certain I am actually retired in the traditional sense. No I’m not at all, actually. I’ve made the decision to take some time and figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. It’s not that grandiose of a decision to be honest. I simply decided I needed a break from the corporate world . And listen, I didn’t hate my job. I actually enjoyed it for almost all of the years I was there. But something in the last couple years was nagging at me to make a change.
So here I am.
I don’t know what is next for me, but I know what I do want. Time. I want more time for me. Time for family. Time for friends. Time to give back. Time to travel. Maybe time to date? Jury is still out on that one. But I’d like to chronicle thoughts as they come to me here. This is mostly for my benefit. But I’m open to advice.
Until next time.