Lose of my job yesterday has affected me deeper than I expected. I guess I am what they call a workaholic. An addiction? I would say yes, by definition it follows the guide lines of addiction. Deceptive as we live in a society that survives on the backs of it’s working class. Anyway that is another subject for another time.
Work for me has for many years been the center of my focus. Ambition and a zealous nature were my driving force. I’m now on the back side of my work life I can retire in four years. So were does it go from there. Even a more pressing question what do I do now to carry me for the next four years.
Work I don’t mind. It’s looking for work unpleasant. And that is putting it mildly. Let’s just leave it. It is a necessary evil. Something will turn up hopefully sooner than later. I guess I am not happy unless I have something to worry about. This whole series of events has brought me to light that word retirement.
To be perfectly honest I have no idea as to where I am going with that or what to do when I get there. I don’t see myself as slowing down. Maybe I should rephrase that. Naturally we all slow down with age. Thank God I am fairly healthy and have a few brain cells that managed to survive growing up in the 60’s. I don’t want to be inactive. Hobbies, travel, and some thing to make a little money at would be nice are a few things I can think of at the moment. A learning environment not a stagnate one. I love music and writing. Maybe I can expand on these.
I am babbling along here just trying to clear my head and put a plan together for this new chapter in my life. If there is any one out there reading this and I still have your attention I thank you for your time. I’m sure there are other things to read much more exciting than this. I hope to share some good news soon.nick