Thursday, September 29, 2011

Anticipation...

09/29/2011

Not sure what is going on, but I have surmised my id (the deepest part of one’s personality) and my body are more prepared for my upcoming retirement than my conscious mind – retirement that just so happens to be a mere 49 days from today.  As the final curtain, so to speak, gets ready to drop, I find myself relaxed to the point of serenity, at peace, content.  This is sweet.

The first thing I noticed, once I fully wrapped my mind around not having a job anymore after November 18th, is how much better I am sleeping.  Several days over the past few weeks I have slept beyond sunrise, which is quite extraordinary.  This morning I slept until 6:31, and the only reason I awoke then was because The Nancy was rattling around in the bathroom – quiet is not in her vocabulary.  I did not even hear her radio alarm go off, which is the most obnoxious country music I ever heard blaring at a million decibels.  This is too cool, and I think I am going to really dig retirement.

I have a huge list of things I must accomplish before the autumn of my years catches up to me, that being my final day of work.  This week I purchased a laptop to replace the company-owned one I have used for three years.  I am checking on health insurance, which is a major expense to old retired people.  My plan includes purchasing my new company car, a 2011 Ford Explorer, if the price is right (The Nancy and I will own four vehicles if this works out), but we do plan on selling one we already have, should anyone wish to purchase a 2004 Infiniti G235 with 40,000 miles on it?  I am also thinking of beginning some kind of hobby like painting, modeling or just building bird houses (say what?) to keep my sanity intact.  I do plan to do a lot of reading and exercising, though I busted the treadmill yesterday and must purchase another real soon.  I have a Rosetta Stone Spanish course I want to begin over, mainly because I have forgotten nearly all that I learned when I put it down back in January.  And then there is always my writing.  The blog must go on and I want to try my hand at short stories.

All in all, I am finding it harder to motivate myself to do the job I am overpaid to do.  I suppose as much as I have fought it these past few years, I have fallen into the pre-retirement trap.  Self-flagellation seems to get me going, but I cannot continue to beat myself to a pulp every morning, the bruises are beginning to show.

And that is all I have to say about that…