The word retirement means “confusion” to me. The first thought I had when I realized I am retired was, “What do I do now?” You see, I didn’t pick a date and then retire on that date. My retirement came to me as a process.
I had my 60th birthday without much fanfare. Of course, I had cake and ice cream because that is the best reason to have a birthday. I was working as a Clinical Social Worker in an Outpatient Mental Health Clinic. A very good Mental Health Clinic which focused on what the client’s needs were to live the best life that they could. Most of the clients had long term mental illness, the very worst kind, so day to day life was a challenge without many joys. We tried to give the clients a few laughs and joyful moments as well as good medical care. I continued to work with this agency for two more years before I had to leave.
My husband received word that the company he worked for, and still does, was bought by another company. You know, big fish eats little fish. We were being transferred to