“Sorry, I don’t want to do that. I’m retired.”
It’s been about nine months since I retired, and what a journey it has been so far.
In the past nine months, I’ve looked at people around me who are still working, and felt kind of guilty.
These poor little puppers have to get up and go to work every day, and I do not have to.
But lately, those feelings of guilt have started to disappear, because I remembered something.
I’m older than most of the folks who are close to me (a LOT older, in some cases). I was getting up and going to work when a lot of my inner circle were getting signed up for kindergarten.
So I’ve been telling myself to loosen up and relax, and let go of that silly guilt. Finally, I’m asking myself what I want to do, how I want to live in retirement.
And the next time someone asks me to do something I would rather not do, I’m going to answer, “Sorry, I don’t want to do that. I’m retired.”
The clinical social worker in me says this is just another way of setting limits with people.
The retired person responds with a shrug of the shoulders, a smile, and a relaxed breath.
Who’s got the power, baby?