My retirement has certainly been a strange journey. I keep thinking I’m on vacation and will return to my job soon.
I even tried a volunteer job which would have been a great job replacement had I just embraced it. I kept thinking and longing for my former job when there. I couldn’t let go. I felt old and out of place. Now I’m lost again but I’m trying to not dwell on the past as much.
I’m having a hard time forgiving myself for quitting my volunteer job. I feel guilty and ungrateful for what could have been my new purpose.
I’m taking an art class which is helping and piano lessons is next.
I’m finally getting used to the idea of not working. For a long time I grieved the loss of my job. I can get through the day now without thinking about my former life.
I’m attempting church services more and trying to make friends there. Nothing will ever replace my job but I’m better than I was.
Retirement is a foggy journey indeed!