Truthfully, I expected to be dead by 30, Job and lifestyle were against me making it long. What little planning I did was based on having fun. When I made it past thirty, I started looking at everything a little different. Planning for an imagined future was never my strong suit, so I just winged it.
It’s like falling off of a cliff and wondering what’s at the bottom. Do you get ready to dive into an ocean of swirling doubt or will you smash into the rocks? Is it even a fifty/fifty bet?
So now, I’m retired and trying to figure out what I’m going to do when I grow up. My life isn’t what I expected.
The New Word Wars 
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Ah, so you were just coasting past 30 like a plane with no pilot, huh? Now that you’ve reached the mythical land of “retirement” (and possibly the land of “What the heck am I doing?”), it’s time to figure out what comes next. The truth: It’s probably not as glamorous as you imagined, but hey, at least you survived the freefall into confusion!
Just take a deep breath, embrace the chaos, and remember—there’s always Netflix or something else for when you absolutely don’t feel like figuring it out. 😂😀
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Golf and motorcycles, my standard answers. It used to include chasing younger women but that’s exhausting. All I know is that I get into trouble when I’m left bored and unsupervised.
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