retirement

Believing There is More

Day 166

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What is your story? Is it a litany of job titles and roles you have fulfilled throughout your life. Is it your heartaches, your successes, and your failures all rolled up into one big ball called your life? I certainly hope not.

I am in moving into my third year of retirement. For the first year I continued to work and one day, as I watched my husband relaxing, I asked myself why I was continuing to meet deadlines every day. I wasn’t stressed out and the work wasn’t hard, but I was still working. That isn’t the definition of retirement in my way of thinking.

Moving into this phase of my life was an adjustment. I kept trying to define myself based on the prior jobs I held or the accomplishments I achieved. I was still trying to measure up against some constantly moving yardstick that no one but me cared about.

So I quit. I retired from my retiree job.

I suddenly realized I was now free to be me. Undefined and unapologetically me. Rediscovering my authenticity was a journey for me – one I did not even realize I was taking.

So many of my friends and family are still in the workforce. So much of their lives revolve around their jobs — even outside their work hours. Work consumes much more than a 40-hour week in most households.

I mentioned yesterday that I am watching Love Rising. Kyle Cease talks about the things we do that bring us the greatest pleasure and joy in our lives – the 10’s. Then he asks what percentage of our day we spend on ‘the 10’s‘. Hmmm… My percentage was pretty low.

I am starting to realize how far I am moving away from my old story. I no longer identify with the woman who was. I am the woman who is. The wonderful part of this is who I am today may not be who I am tomorrow and that’s okay – it’s more than okay. It means I am open to all my dreams and aspirations. I am no longer blocked by my old story.

Of course, I am proud of the work life I held and the accomplishments of my life. Those are part of my old story and it’s a pretty good read, but I cannot define this part of my glorious life by those reflections in the mirror.

Today and tomorrow are bright and beautiful and an integral part of my new story. Hang on to your hats. It’s going to be a great ride.

 

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8 thoughts on “Believing There is More”

  1. Maggie, I SO love this post. You hit on so many important issues. You are constantly enlightening me. One day I will step off the treadmill of my life and actually get to put some of your practices into MY life. Unfortunately, so much has been out of my control. But I will keep paying attention and be inspired. Love you.

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    1. Nancy, all our journeys are different. I did not think my journey would start with the loss of my sister and my mother-in-law. Just keep moving forward. You have had so much on your plate and I hope you are making time for yourself and that you are moving toward your dreams. Even tiny steps are movement.

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    1. I am moving, but there IS resistance. I have finally released that old life. Unless it comes up in conversation or I am directly asked, my old story is a closed book, up on the shelf. My inner critic keeps trying to pry it open and I now recognize it for what it is.

      Sometimes I think I am not absorbing the information from the videos, but the message has been received. I know because, surprisingly, it tends to surface days later.

      I am ill-equipped to be a hero. I don’t even own a cape.

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  2. I really like this post. I like anything that supports living authentically in the moment.
    The other night, we watched a move called What They Had, and the middle aged daughter comments on the absurdity of her father driving a muscle car convertible in the Chicago winter, and he makes a great quip about his age, something like if not now, when? I loved that. Like, I don’t want a muscle car convertible, but I think as we get older, we get more real about what makes us happy and those can be inspirational moments, taking pleasure in the joy of others. It’s a good thing, to love where you are and what you’re about — not much of that from kindergarten to .. 30ish? some of it came in my 30s, but not as much as self-doubt and obligation.

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  3. Thank you Joey. Age and experience can certainly make us appreciate what we have and what it takes to really be happy. Our perspective changes as we grow, I think. So glad you stopped by.

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