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I think that's the direction my husbands going to take as well. The real drag is that he's only 57! I mean...he can go with early retirement at reduced benefit and so forth, but the bottom line is that he's only 57!
Two words: That's life.So...it occurs to me that I'm probably in my last third of life and frankly, I'm not looking forward to it much. I mean what is there to look forward to anyway? Downsizing, streamlining, simplifying, planning for death, thinking about where you want to be buried...or maybe cremated, getting ill and possibly losing mobility, etc. Basically, it sucks!
The childhood years...oh those were fun! Growing, learning, goofing off, etc! The world was our oyster...just waiting to reveal it's pearl to us! Young adult...yeah, those were good too! Healthy, young, vibrant, looking forward to placing a mark on the world, etc. The kids came along, the house and furnishings, yeah it was all about growth! Even the middle years still had something to reach for...financial stability, vacations, getting the kids through college, etc. But now...with the final third...what is there that's tangible to reach for?
For years and years we boomers led the pack! Where we went and what we did affected the entire economy! It seems as if we're being phased out just as easily as the generations before us were. Our multitudes have become meaningless in our direction, impact and social reformation. It's all about the millenials now while the boomers are pushed aside in the workplace, sometimes being forced into an early retirement in lieu of a cheaper workforce chomping at the bit.
Anything boomer related these days speaks of downer stuff...aging, health issues, retirement (read "fixed income"), etc. No growth, a lack of money and resources, downsizing and death. Oh joy!!! Don't ya just feel the energy rising when thinking about that last third of life? NOT!!!
I think that's the direction my husbands going to take as well. The real drag is that he's only 57! I mean...he can go with early retirement at reduced benefit and so forth, but the bottom line is that he's only 57!
I don't want to sound too Pollyanna here, but this closing of one door could possibly be opening another, even better one. More time to be together, etc.
I don't know...I just feel really old all of a sudden!
Two words: That's life.So...it occurs to me that I'm probably in my last third of life and frankly, I'm not looking forward to it much. I mean what is there to look forward to anyway? Downsizing, streamlining, simplifying, planning for death, thinking about where you want to be buried...or maybe cremated, getting ill and possibly losing mobility, etc. Basically, it sucks!
The childhood years...oh those were fun! Growing, learning, goofing off, etc! The world was our oyster...just waiting to reveal it's pearl to us! Young adult...yeah, those were good too! Healthy, young, vibrant, looking forward to placing a mark on the world, etc. The kids came along, the house and furnishings, yeah it was all about growth! Even the middle years still had something to reach for...financial stability, vacations, getting the kids through college, etc. But now...with the final third...what is there that's tangible to reach for?
For years and years we boomers led the pack! Where we went and what we did affected the entire economy! It seems as if we're being phased out just as easily as the generations before us were. Our multitudes have become meaningless in our direction, impact and social reformation. It's all about the millenials now while the boomers are pushed aside in the workplace, sometimes being forced into an early retirement in lieu of a cheaper workforce chomping at the bit.
Anything boomer related these days speaks of downer stuff...aging, health issues, retirement (read "fixed income"), etc. No growth, a lack of money and resources, downsizing and death. Oh joy!!! Don't ya just feel the energy rising when thinking about that last third of life? NOT!!!
I AM on my last third. And yeah..it sucks big hairy ones. But I wouldn't want to live forever either.
I don't know...I just feel really old all of a sudden!
My late husband got early retirement when he was around 50, and believe me, I felt the same and I was only 47. Now I'm 65, and oh, to be that young again!
If you don't mind me asking...did another door open for him after his retirement?
If you don't mind me asking...did another door open for him after his retirement?
In a way. He kept his early in marriage promise to move from the California desert, to a place of my choice with 4 seasons. Then we bought an old Victorian house that needed fixing up. He fell in love with the people here, and was all agog at the different seasons. He was a much more social man after moving, and I think it was just wonderful for him.
Then he got ALS, and died six years ago. So yes, it was a door that did open for us, but just not in the regular sense.
Not meant to be a downer in any way, although it's probably reading that way. Sorry.
Spend the last 1/3 of your life
1.) drinking very good red wine
2.) hearing fantastic music
3.) fucking many women
4.) stroking your dog behind the ears and playing catch with him.
5.) enjoying your grandkids
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas