That’s not me. I can walk fast. I still have a small waist. I dream about being in good shape for another 20 years, traveling, keeping up with my daughter walking fast across Manhattan, hiking in the desert.
Recently, I read about a study in which men said women are old at 68 (this June for me). Women called men old at 75. That’s a bullshit study. Who did they ask, people over 65? AARP starts hawking people the moment they turn 50.
I still don’t feel old. (I recall a colleague who I worked with in my 20s telling me that women over 60 are invisible.)
I’ve had to adjust my outlook on retirement. The only way I’ll be able to travel is if I keep working. I like my job. I get to hone my writing skills and talk with interesting people. I eat lunch outdoors, looking at bougainvillea and the Catalina Mountains.
Retirement is not a kind word for many baby boomers. We can’t afford to stop working, which requires a change in mindset, at least for me. But when I moved to Tucson 11 years ago at age 56, I felt semi-retired. Constant sunshine. Swimming in the pool in March. No grading papers all evening. Ahhhhh…not too shabby.
Anyway, what would I do all day if I retired? I’m not a stay-at-home type. I would read a lot of books. Maybe. I would work on my own writing. Maybe. I would hike all the time. Maybe.
Visiting with my accountant the other day helped me see reality.
This morning we had a delicious breakfast at the B-Line. We hiked in the Tucson Mountains where the sunny yellow brittlebush will soon cover the desert.
Although I won’t be “retiring” anytime soon, I’m on the right path.