One year ago tomorrow I quit my job as Public Relations and Marketing Director of a fine arts center. I wasn't old enough to retire. I didn't start collecting a pension or Social Security. I wasn't old enough to tap my retirement fund. My job was neither hard nor horrible and in many ways it… Continue reading Retirement: My One Year Anniversary
Everyone who had retired before me said it would take a year to get settled. I now know what they meant I left my job 10 months ago. I wasn't old enough to retire. It took some planning. Several years of planning in fact. But I finally quit my job. When I left my job… Continue reading Early Retirement: Ten Months In
On October 9, 2015, I worked the last day at my job. I had loved the job for 12 years but things were changing, the job was getting harder, and health issues were getting in the way. And so, I wrote a letter of resignation, worked a final four weeks, closed my office door, and went… Continue reading Fifteen Weeks of “Retirement”
"What do you do with all of your free time?!" People ask me that question and I find it difficult to explain that having too much free time is not, has never been, a problem for me. In fact, I'd still be glad to tack on a couple of hours to the end of each day. I… Continue reading One Month Without a Job and Loving All That Free Time!
Time. I find myself with an abundance of it. Two weeks ago, I worked my final day at my full time job. For the next few days I caught myself glancing at the clock, just as I did when I was working full time and there was never enough time. Hours used to be so precious that I worried about how… Continue reading Changing Times
With a new refrigerator sitting empty in the kitchen (the result of my old refrigerator having had the nerve to die the very week I was leaving my job) my daughter and I made a trip to the grocery store. I had intentionally waited to grocery shop with Amy instead of shopping with my husband on Saturday.… Continue reading I’m Not Going to Work Today: Getting Used to the Idea
Yesterday, I worked my last day. I'm not sure my brain realizes that yet. I didn't feel like I'd quit my job. I felt like... Friday. Just Friday. I expected to feel an array of emotions and feelings on my last day. Most of all, I thought that when the big day came I would feel relieved and excited. What I… Continue reading Endings: My Last Day on the Job.