by Bill Hartford
I seem to be going thru this right now. I retired over a year ago, and no, I don't miss my job of 32 years at all. I was a Custodial Supervisor at a local college and nothing rewarding outside a paycheck was how it was at the end.
Motorcycling has been my favorite hobby for many years, but the bike broke down for the first time the other week. I'm sure this adds to my depression but it does not account for it.
Really felt like I had it made last year, but now I'm not so sure. I was always concerned about the Existential side of retirement and now it seems like those concerns are hitting me head on. I have much to be thankful for in this life and so I'm hating myself for feeling this way at all. Life doesn't seem to have any meaning right now.
I don't seem to have any purpose for being alive. And I'm certain another job is not the answer...