To my daughters’ dismay, I have entered my second childhood. It began a couple years ago when I retired. Lived the dream and just walked away. It was an ugly downward spiral from there. I admit that there was little playing in the dirt with Tonka trucks or burning ants with a magnifying glass. I did play with the girl next door, but not with Barbie dolls. I went to summer camp and played golf, ate great food and swimming (scuba diving).
I guess I had a summer job. I was bored and felt a little useless. After a while it proved untenable. It interfered with my golf time. There were also calls from my girls to help with moving or working on a house. So, I freed myself from my summer job.
Retirement doesn’t mean not working at other things. It means working on the things that matter to you. Taking time for the family and personal interests, a reward for working hard for decades to provide for your family. Really, I want to go back to summer camp. I want to find that ball I lost last time.
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