Coping with Retirement, part 1 – I Build It, and a Girl Comes
The day of my retirement came, in the end, and I have to admit I found it quite traumatic. For over forty years I’d had the same rhythm to my life: five days a week going to work, followed by the weekend; then the next five days at work, and so on and so on. Now suddenly there was the weekend, and then nothing. I’d read about the different ways retirement can affect people, but I hadn’t taken it too seriously. I suppose I was surprised it had arrived, even though it was so utterly predictable. Old age had crept up on me. It was inevitable that I’d be sixty-five one day, but some part of me thought it would never happen to ME. Inside I still felt quite young. David Whitaker was not old, …
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