What purpose has life in retirement?
After my wife had left early for work this morning, I had for breakfast porridge with 100% Cocoa; and then I went on the usual walk with my three Boxer pups. Afterwards, I rested for an hour as usual. In the late morning, it was time for checking news on TV and the Internet, and then it was lunchtime to eat my wife's delicious concoctions.
Finally I started my real project for the day: cutting weeds on both sides of our 200 feet driveway, and raking it clean. It was something that would have taken me an hour when I was younger, but now it took much longer and exhausted me. So, time for another nap.
I already had started yesterday trying to flush out our 15 year old water heater, as it is supposed to be done annually. I probably had forgotten it for a year or two because the drainage valve was plugged up. Ouch. I just collected some different wires and other tools trying to dislodge the calcium deposits in the valve. But right now my wife came home from work, and I cannot shut off the water. So, mañana.
And all the while, I couldn’t help, my thoughts drifted off why I am doing all this. What’s the purpose of it of it all?
I was prepared to work until 75 to finance advanced degrees for my kids. Both my wife and I have higher degrees, but kids always know it better. One dropped out of her M.A. degree program but is doing fine as a teacher in China, while the other one wanted first “to live it up” although she eventually obtained a professional degree on her own and is doing now quite well.
Back to square one. At age 72, I retired from work and basically felt “empty" and "useless.” It was a horrible feeling. Some of you might have had the same experience. It took me maybe a year before I had mentally adjusted to my life in retirement.
OK, I still have a wife (regrettably still working full-time) and my kids who are staying in touch with me daily. Then I have my dogs to take care of, like going on daily walks. They give me responsibility. And then I discovered that “routines” like walking actually put my life on autopilot: life goes on without worrying.
I also discovered that it helps to have goals. I gave myself the imperative to stretch my life to at least 100, if not longer, to enjoy my much younger wife, my 45 years younger children, and my over 80 years younger grandchild. My pension leaves me a little bit of spare money that enables me to spoil them. Yes, that gives my life a positive purpose. It also focuses my life on extending it, mainly with daily exercise, good sleeping habits, healthy nutrition, and some nutritional supplements.
I wish I were religious and belonged to a Christian denomination. It helps to make life more worry free. I am certainly not anti-religion, and I even have some vague religious beliefs. But I don’t like to be confined to a “system.” My religious sentiments are more of a philosophical nature even though I envy my wife's strong religious beliefs. They make life easier. Religious beliefs leave no room for the “why” I am here, and “why” I should go on.
Well, somehow I have made peace with growing older. I do what I can do. Up to age 65, I lived as if life has no end to it; but at 88, I have accepted that the day will come when God calls me, and I am preparing for it. I know what to expect, and it puts my mind at ease.