I am new to this retirement gig.
On March 6th, after 44 years, I happily said goodbye to the corporate world:
I said goodbye to the 2 hr. commute to Manhatten.
I said goodbye to sleepless Sunday nights and stressful Friday executive meetings.
I said goodbye to PC’s and Blackberrys.
I said goodbye to red-eye flights from LAX.
I said goodbye to global teleconferences, performance plans and progress reports.
I said hello to lazy mornings in bed with a new puppy.
I said hello to days with nothing on the schedule.
I said hello to grandsons ‘popping in’ without checking first to see if Grandma was “free”.
I said hello to whipping up breakfast, for my ‘returning-from-a-jog’ daughter.
I said hello to morning bubble baths, accompanied by the beautiful music of backyard birds.
I bake bread on weekdays.
I go to the gym when I want to.
I realize that I don’t need to save my chores for weekends.
I take relaxed walks with my new puppy.
I take golf lessons and swimming lessons.
I knit, I play piano, I sing, I bake, I shop, and I smile.
Grandma, wife, mother, sister, puppy ‘human’, mentor, musician, gardener, homemaker, photographer, journalist, and person are roles I can now embrace without encumbrance.
Oh yes, this retirement gig is new to me, but I’m adjusting well to the transition from my corporate, professional identity to the me I always knew was lurking inside. I now have permission to become all that I can be.
“Free to be you and me” has meaning once again, to this ‘old’ (only as old as I feel) dog.
I write this to enter the weekly Trifecta Challenge, using definition number 3: