Retirement: Who Am I?
Who am I really? Who am I when I no longer work for a living? I have been taught to define myself by what I do, so who am I when I stop doing whatever I've been doing to make a living? Who am I behind the mask and costume I've been wearing all these years?
I've been led to believe that I'm not much more than a work horse, so now that I've been put out to pasture what's left of me? Do I look for something else to do so that I can continue telling myself that this is all there is, that this busy-ness is who I am?
What if retirement is really a significant turning point in my life that beckons me to uncover who I truly am beyond who I thought I was? What if my life so far has been a gradual unfolding like the petals of a flower opening to expose the awesome beauty within? What if I am destined to shift my focus from the outer world toward seeing myself more clearly?
I am, after all, a human "being", not a human "doing". When I no longer cover up my essence, my soulfulness, my raw passionate aliveness, what do I find? What aspects of myself have I been negating that are begging for my attention? What feelings and emotions are crying out, waiting to be set free?
How can I ever expect to be at peace with myself if I haven't taken the time to really get to know myself on deeper levels?
What if the meaning of life is to get in touch with how it feels to be fully alive? What if it's just that plain and simple?