The above is the title of a recent Robert Reich's post on his SubStack that can be found here.
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For now more than a year I have let my mind - mostly my subconscious - work on the idea of retiring, which I could technically get by the end of this year when I get 62. Yes I am that old, though I thankfully feel and look a decade younger.
Robert Reich's post echoes the conclusion that my inner thoughts came up with: I am not the "willing-to-be-retired" kind of man.
As long as I am able to be useful to others by doing my job well - and my recent yearly job performance review says so - I want to go on showing up at work, greeting and working as a team with all the beautiful people who accept the 'old me' just as I do welcome their professionalism empathy.
I came to realize that this is not about not letting go, or fear to be missed, fear to find whatever occupations that will fill my days.
It's about staying useful in the hive.
I have no interest into becoming a senior who sips his Bordeaux while wondering if he's in the mood to going to whatever senior's club he appointed to, brain please be left at the cloakroom. Not my thing.
I will retire when either my body or my mind fails me. Not because an administrative letter tells me so.
Which gives you a clue as to how long this blog will go on too, I guess :-)
