Do I want to retire? Do I want to grow old, even? Frankly, no! But in the end, it won’t be my decision.
Some of my friends adore retirement. They have loved it from day one. I look at them with envy.
I love my life just the way it is. I feel more or less in charge of my own decisions, and all is well.
Looking ahead to the later years of life is a risky thing to do. In me, it’s apparently stirring up feelings I was unaware of. They erupted last night in a dream with a message to myself about retirement. I wrote about it in my other blog, Boot Camp for the Bonus Years.