When I first retired, I googled ‘what to do in retirement’. I wish I
hadn’t. One site suggested skydiving (I don’t think so) and going to a summer
camp (really?). The author is young. Other sites mentioned starting a business
or getting a part-time job. It took me 50 years to be able to retire so that’s
not happening. I did like the suggestion about spending time with the
grandchildren even though mine live three hours away – or maybe because they
live three hours away.
And talk about not working – the pension disappears pretty quickly by the
time you pay your bills and buy some groceries (and a few coffees). I thought
it might be a good idea to get funeral insurance so the hubby or offspring
didn’t have to pay for my funeral. I found a really good deal, but when I reviewed
my budget I still couldn’t afford the premium.
The expensive car (“but it’s an investment”) is already worth thousands
less than it was. The old car is bleeding us dry in repairs, “but I need an old
car to go fishing”.
And what should we do with our retirement savings? Everyone has an
opinion on that. I have been advised we need to try and make it last for as
long as we do – potentially about 25 years. I suspect that won’t happen! We
could leave hubby’s retirement savings untouched and draw out mine (and put it
in a term deposit for peanuts) or we could just withdraw the retirement savings
interest on a regular basis. I never was that good with the finances so
currently I am doing nothing.
Of course being retired you have more time to worry – and dwell on how
badly off your children and grandchildren are going to be with global warming. Now
I feel guilty for having children.
What about that big earthquake and tsunami that are virtually on their
way? Where is the nearest hill? Does anyone else wonder how on earth they are
going to carry their get-away kits? By the time you include everything as
instructed it’s too heavy to lift off the ground let alone carry as you run to that
hill which is a couple of kilometres away.
I made a list of organisations I might volunteer for – it was exhausting
so I hid it underneath my books.
The coffee dates are flourishing. However, my pile of books hasn’t really
decreased, I’ve forgotten how to work Netflix and I haven’t quite managed to
get into the habit of the sleep-in. I am still busy.
I’ve heard it said that retirement is not for the faint hearted. Well,
I’ve worked and I’ve played, I’ve laughed and I’ve cried, I’ve experienced joy
and I’ve experienced pain, I’ve bought up a family. I have lived. I have
survived. So I can do this. I am as tough as old boots, so bring it on!
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