I am retiring, and this is my countdown of the days.
75 days until it is official. Although I am already partially retired, for all intents and purposes. I’m taking 2 days of vacation each week, when not taking an entire week off to travel, trying to use the primo flight benefits I get as an active employee of Delta Air Lines, before I get downgraded in status.
It sounds great, but it’s a burden too. It’s like I have to go on trips whether I want to or not. First world problem? Of course. It’s still a problem. I’m grateful for this problem.
But my number one goal in retirement is happiness. Should be easy now that I’m finally getting everything I ever asked for, but it can actually be depressing to realize that the job you always blamed isn’t the only thing standing in your way.
It’s not easy, because I don’t know what makes me happy.
That’s ok, I expected that. I would have time to work on it, to reflect, figure out who I am, who I was before I went into this oblivion. But these vacations don’t help. They break me of my routines more than work ever did. My wife might disagree, but travel doesn’t make you happy. Money doesn’t make you happy either. You just need enough, which we have, unless we spend it all, and the possibility of that does stress me out, in that I never feel like I’m the one in control.
But we have enough, I just want more than enough.
I am going to be 60 this year, and I have been feeling old. But Diana Nyad swam from Cuba to Florida when she was 64, and Mike Tyson will be close to 58 when he fights a guy 30 years his junior next month. We’ll have to see whether that turns out to have been a good idea. But, I don’t think 60 is too late, as long as you believe in yourself. Remember what Tug Mcgraw said, back in 1973 when baseball wasn’t dead to me yet, “ya gotta believe.”
You don’t decide beforehand what you couldn’t possibly know and just quit. It’s an experiment.
If I don’t have the energy, have writer’s block, trouble getting started, trouble handling many goals at once, a crisis of confidence over whether I will ever finish what I start, so what? I’ve always been like that, since elementary school. That’s maybe why I need more time to get it done. Anything I have ever produced, any talent I have ever demonstrated, has always been in spite of these things. I get discouraged, yes, and I have often quit, but I know enough to have faith that these feelings of futility are not based in reality.
I may quit drumming, maybe even give up the idea of learning languages. But I should never stop writing. Because that is how I make sense of everything else. It is how I plan. It is how I know what to do. I want to write more than anything else. The more I write, the more I’ll know what else makes me happy.
I’m trying to wake up my mind so I don’t have to depend on other people to wake it up. I want to be able to find interest in everything.
And the fact that I know I am depressed, the fact that I am pushing back against things that feel like obligations, the fact that I don’t want to settle, that I complain, they may seem negative, but that is the right path. It’s like I told my 1st grade softballers when I was catching them behind the plate (and I believe it helped them), “never give up!”
I think I can get there.
Retirement is not it, not by itself. I’ve always known in my heart, that it wasn’t actually the job. If the job allowed me to have the things that made me happy, then I would have liked the job. If I liked who I was, then I would have liked the job.
The fact is, I wanted to pursue happiness, but I needed to figure out how, and a job got in my way. Was it possible for me to have done both? Obviously not.
A friend of mine cautions me. He thinks that if I make myself do it, it will start feeling like a job and I won’t do it, but he doesn’t understand that I am not scared of working. I force myself to write all of the time. I am forcing myself to write right now. It is only when I am writing that I like who I am. I like what I discover about myself. I like how prepared I am to speak about things that I care about. I like working towards things that are meaningful to me.
It is work. I value the time to do that work more than almost anything that money could buy.
Here’s to the new job.