The question comes to me almost weekly.
I’ll run into longtime friends or acquaintances and they inevitably ask: How do you like retirement?
My answer is usually the same: If I were doing any better I’d be twins.
One former colleague who now lives in Houston asked me that very question about a year ago. I gave him the answer. His response? “I’ve never met a retired person who doesn’t love being retired.”
There you have it. My friend has said I fit the mold of your standard, run-of-the-mill retired guy.
What my friend also understands is that my journey toward retired contentment — and, yes, the joy it brings — didn’t start out that way. My retirement journey began unhappily. I wasn’t yet ready to call it quits when I did. I resigned my last newspaper job — at the Amarillo Globe-News — in a fit of emotional pain.
The truth is that it didn’t take me long to realize that my former employer actually did me a favor. I sent myself out to pasture. The pain that I felt on my last day of employment dissipated quickly.
I’ve known many people over the years who have gone through circumstances quite similar to what I encountered. They had been reorganized out of jobs, too.
Here is what I rediscovered about myself. I am a highly adaptable creature. I discovered by adaptability when my family and I moved from Oregon to Texas in the spring of 1984 and exposed ourselves to a serious culture shock. We adapted. My wife and I went through another form of culture shock when we moved from Beaumont to Amarillo in January 1995. We adapted to that change yet again.
My wife and I are going to embark on one more big challenge as we prepare to relocate once more, from the High Plains to North Texas.
My adaptability skills will come into play once again.
The only part of my new life that won’t change — ever! — is a return to the working world. I’ve done my time there.
Retirement really is so very good.