88 Days. that's what my ticker says. Rich's retirement began today, officially... His birthday. Last night he told me he's not sure he did the right thing, he doesn't know what to do, he has no purpose. I expected he'd have some adjustment, but this revelation took me by surprise. Makes me want to give a second thought to following suit.
I know that I, too, will miss the everyday and the camaraderie of the job. But how can you miss the BS and the aggravation and constant stress. Maybe if we were off together we would both feel better. I think we probably both need to find something to do with our time, be it volunteer or pay.
I told Rich to volunteer at the animal shelter one or two days a week until the beginning of the year and then decide what you want to do.
Funny how something you were so sure of, suddenly doesn't seem like the right idea. I think it will be rough for a few months, but we'll find our way.
D
No comments:
Post a Comment