Harold Knight wrote a beautiful post on his experience of retirement thus far. As I’ve previously noted, the term “retirement” doesn’t fit the active, engaged sort of life lived by him and many others who recently quit working. I’m particularly interested to see that he has a couple passions that have expanded to fill the time previously taken by work. Like many others, such passions were evident in his posts while he was still working, but now he has more time for them.
I’m going to stop saying I’m retired except as part of my quirky attempt at a sense of humor. It’s not true.
1. to withdraw, or go away or apart, to a place of privacy, shelter, or seclusion
2. to go to bed
Yesterday morning I played the organ at First Presbyterian Church in Plano, TX, went to lunch at a famed Dallas barbecue spot with a friend, saw the exhibition of “The Abelló Collection: A Modern Taste for European Masters” at the Meadows Museum in the afternoon, had dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant, and spent the evening packing and preparing for my week-long excursion to North Carolina with my friend.
We have movie and museum and other loosely-formed plans to spend the week “out and about.”
Because I’ll be…
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