Recently, I was thinking about times during my past career when I worked downtown. I recalled the action and the city’s many summer events held for tourists, and I felt like I was missing something one year in to my retirement.
All I wanted to do was read my book. I had been promising myself I would take the time to read fiction again but hadn’t managed to read more than a couple of fiction books a year. Seems like everything I read is always professional or personal development. No reading just for the fun of it. But as I am thinking about what retirement might look like for me, I am trying to give myself permission to do more leisure things, like read fiction.
I have been a big proponent of life planning for many years. It helps to keep me focused on the important things and to be deliberate about ensuring that I am living my life according to my priorities not other people’s. It’s very easy to get caught up in someone else’s definition of success rather than our own.