One of the most pressing questions for new retirees is “what will I do?”
The first reaction will most likely be “I will do something,” which instantly becomes a pathetic lie. You cannot possibly do anything unless you know what that thing is.
On average twenty percent of a white collar worker’s life is spent in an office even if we exclude holidays and sick leaves. Considering our life long pursuit of earning bread and butter, office workers are no stranger to habits; we get up early in the morning, go through the morning chores, jump on a commute, stereotypically grab a coffee, go to the office, come back home exhausted every single work day. Our whole life is structured around work, so is our daily habits.
Suddenly we retire. The first morning comes. We wake up early with our genetically engineered bio-clock for a while. But then gradually for most of us the morning routine starts to slip. Why not we have a late breakfast, enjoy the freedom we deserve a little. Should we have pancakes or omelette?
How about we skip shaving and try out a short stubble beard just like that actor your wife admired in a Scandinavian crime series?
Before long, we are in a couch, legs extended, gazing at social media. Scrolling an endless stream of hardly meaningful messages; we ‘like,’ we scroll, we watch a cat video, we chuckle a little, we read news, we get upset, and so on. This takes at least an hour. In our small world we seem to be content. What else would you want anyway? Life is sweat.
The remaining day is spent with mundane activities, daily walk, household chores, supermarket shopping, more household chores and if we are lucky we go somewhere nice, have a coffee or light lunch. On a better day we might go to the art gallery, or the museum we always want to visit, or even better if weather permits we go to the beach; while thinking about skin cancer, we obsessively sun screen our shoulders, neck and face, we struggle getting rid of the sand stuck on our hands, we swim a little while thinking about sharks, we wash our feet obsessively using a public tap, we get annoyed by the sand we know we can never get rid of entirely, which by the way is going to ruin the car’s interiors.
Similarly the evening routine starts to slip too. Let’s binge watch that crime drama, let’s have a little apperatif, maybe with a piece of chocolate, let’s watch how people are murdered sadistically while shivering a little, and always making sure to pause and remind ourselves the cozy little room we are in right now is inaccessible to manics and we must take pleasure from other peoples’ miseries, because we are now retired and hell yeah we deserve it.
A month or two pass. We realise we are on the verge to become a potato with bumps around the belly resting on a worn off coach. Something is a miss, but what?
💡Start with developing new habits.