Looking back, I find that I never really owned my time in my entire career life. That’s 27 years of letting my career rule my life: waking and sleeping at certain hours, traveling only to be back at an appointed date, skipping on reading materials that took my interest, and in their place, reviewing reports that hardly mattered to inspire me except to do better at my job. Thankfully, I was happy doing what I did then. Except maybe the last 2 years, culminating in my decision to quit. But looking back, and having experienced what I did the last 18 years as a retiree, I feel even more grateful for my decision. Retirement suits me. Seriously.
These days, I. OWN. MY. TIME. There is absolutely no guilt when I stay up all night either watching Netflix or finishing a good book. I have all morning the day after to sleep in. My brunch dates with friends have replaced all those morning meetings, and I can now book promo flights without being bothered about certain dates I should be back from my trips. More importantly, I can now spend valuable time being with those who sorely need company. Friends and relatives who have fallen ill, or simply in need of company. Growing old can be lonely for some. And growing sick can even spell misery. We can pray all we want for each other but making time, spending time with them is how best we can express our affection and regard for them. Just saying .