Almost a year into retirement and living in a new town, I found that I had some available time on my hands and felt that I could add some greater purpose to my days.
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.
A recurring theme in many of our posts is that of being engaged in some form of activity or exercise. Exercise has been an integral part of our lives, individually and together, for many years, so it’s natural that it’s intertwined with the places we go and the things we do. The return on investment in activity-based exercise (aka this new job of mine) is the capital that funds my adventures in retirement, and I plan for them to be many and enduring.