The First Year
Coming up on the end of the first year of retirement.
I feel like I am a slow learner. It's been an adjustment year; hoping it's not an adjust two years.
My last three years prior to retiring were very stressful for a number of reasons. I'm just now figuring out how I had trained my body, emotions, and thinking into a destructive rut that was getting deeper and deeper. Now the challenge is to dig out.
Yesterday evening, after dark, I sat on our semi-private front stoop with a hot cup of coffee and my thoughts. What I came up with is that I need to define and adopt a new way of living that harmoniously includes a new way of working. In other words, my new work needs to be a part of and fit in well with my new way of life, not vice versa.
I think the challenges of my profession had contributed to my letting way too much of my life be included within the broader Venn circle of my work. Not good. With the reputation of my employers and quite a few employees depending upon me, I let work dictate too much of my life. Now, I'm trying to rewire myself to get it more right.
Before, much to my chagrin, I allowed my work to dictate the enviornment within which I lived. Work created the hills and valleys. Work dictated the weather of my life: thunderstorms, hurricanes, and the like. Work told me if the sun was shining or not. Slowly but surely, over the past three years, work intruded into all areas of my life and became the place I lived, figuratively speaking.
I'm a strong family man and tried to fight it all I could–it still shaped my life much more than I was aware of.
So now I'm working on "fixing" the environment within which I will live out the next part of my adventure. What will this terrain look like? How will it feel? I will shape this world–with God's leadings–and it won't look much like my prior work environment.
This is not a fully-thought-out set of thoughts so I hope to return to refine this post some over the next few days.