This month marks the fourth or fifth anniversary (I forget which) of my retirement. It seems like it's been this way forever. In the years since I've retired, I've accomplished almost nothing of any substance or value. In fact, strike, the 'almost'.
And yet, years later, there are still days when I wake up, realize I don't have to see another person or talk to another person that day if I don't want to, that I don't have to wear certain shoes, or have certain facial expressions, or a certain hairstyle, or express certain opinions I don't actually hold, and I want to weep with joy that I don't have to do any of that at all.
These have been the best years of my life.
No comments:
Post a Comment