I am officially retired. No more clients or projects. Every day is whatever I want it to be. To that end:
- I’m signing on for some new volunteer projects and causes.
- Since the nest is empty, I’m rounding up all the stuff we really don’t need anymore (gradually) and finding new homes for all of it.
- I’m envisioning what a downsized home would look like and how it would work for the two of us.
What I’m not doing is adopting a philosophy of frugality which we all know is supposed to be a part of this time of life. Everytime I turn around I see something new that I think I need.
- A bathing suit (?!? I never wear them, why do I think I need one now?);
- A new knitting project bag (I have several already but just crave the new one my friend Zonda just bought);
- A lovely new weekend travel bag (I DO visit my kids often and that would be nice to have);
- A new bike helmet (I love my bike but I never use it… what am I thinking here?);
- A new garden hose wand that doesn’t leak and get me all wet when I use it.
And on and on. You see the problem.
When I broke my coffee addiction and established good exercise and eating habits (most of the time), I felt I was on the way for healthy and fun retirement years. I’m getting my books from the library, have no car or home loans, no second vacation home or yacht here.
Perplexingly, though I have drastically reduced my income, I still want to buy stuff.
A certain time a tad earlier in my life often referred to as “the change” was just like this. All kinds of weird things happened about which I had no advance warning.
Note: The Cezanne bag pictured above is available through the Jordana Paige website. If you get one, drop me a line and let me know how you like it.
Aside to Zonda: would it be so wrong if I copied you and got one just like yours for myself?