So I’m retired. What now? It’s been just a little over a month and I’ve read four books, made six jigsaw puzzles, baked a cake, baked brownies (and ate the better part of both!), watched Jay Leno, visited family upstate, and occasionally taken a nap midday—all those things I didn’t have time to do when I was working .
It’s a strange sensation rising in the morning with no set schedule and no pending agenda from my manager. I feel a little out of sorts; like something is missing. I should be heading out on appointments or filing sales reports or making customer calls. The phone is strangely quiet; I check for a dial tone. Yep, it’s working, but I’m not!
There’s a rising sense of panic in the pit of my stomach. Is this what I was so anticipating? Surely, the next 20 (more or less!) years will hold more excitement than looking for that missing puzzle piece, or deciding which recipe to try?