Only Human
By Betsey Nash, SPHR
“I have retired.” The words feel strange in my mouth, reluctant to leave my lips, as if doing so signals the start of a long descent.
I thought deciding to “go grey” was traumatic. Getting my Medicare card really threw me. Lord knows what I’ll feel next week when I celebrate the birthday that makes me eligible for it. I have always cherished my birthdays; have been known to make a big deal out of my hot August night, but this year, not so much.
Maybe I’ll feel better after a week or so. Will I spend that week haunting the halls of Strasbaugh, dropping by to pick up “just one more thing,” furtively glancing at emails, or in blissful ignorance of the torment and stress they have to endure without me there to make everything all right? Continue reading What a Long, Strange Trip to Retirement