In this imagined life, you cease responding to texts and emails that waste your time. You’ll never again endure a narcissist’s rant.
No long commutes, improbable targets and boring, stupid meetings.
In this new life, the day unfolds just the way you’d like. You’ll ditch every person who really doesn’t matter to you because that’s what people do when time is precious.
Ahead is travel, moments to stare at a river running, tea on the porch with old Aunt Phoebe and sharing gourmet strawberry-blueberry popsicles with a four-year-old grandchild who makes you swoon.
You’ll work. Oh yeah.
This work beams enthusiasm and engagement into your life because you choose it. Best of all, you’ll make some money and avoid the #1 reported worry of running out of money in retirement.
Life will be grand, believe me.
If you are mid-50s, 60s or 70s and don’t think this way, you should.
Just ahead is a big chunk of freedom, time and more than enough choices to create a life doing more what you want. It’s the last shot at getting it right which makes it different than other times in life.
This new life that heads straight for us but seems far away gets little of our bandwidth.
We make no firm plans. We prepare nothing in advance, put nothing in order nor concoct even one hair brain scheme to test the premise that the last third of life could be our very best.
It’s pure madness. (more…)