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3 Months into Retirement - How is it Going?


That's not me, but it expresses how I feel.

I've spent a lot of the past 3 months clearing up old tasks, unloading accumulated junk from my house, and enjoying NOT having to put off needed medical appointments because the time off wasn't convenient to my employer.

I've developed some good habits, like:

  • Making my bed every day. Of course, it helped that my husband leaves so early, but, he has also jumped on board with this during his summer break.
  • Keeping the kitchen spiffed up (Is that a phrase? My mother used it). I've been deep-cleaning and organizing (which, of course, makes it easier to keep it clean).
  • Walking - not every day, but most. Outside, if possible, otherwise, in the house. My FitBit is registering meeting goals every week.
  • Laundry - no longer with piles in front of the washer.
  • Writing - every day, something. The novel is not progressing as fast as I would like, but I am making progress. I'm starting to reach out to various markets with queries, and hope to get an assignment soon.
I'm not perfect - I find it easy to slide into endless meandering around on the web. It's hard to discipline myself to clean the bathroom, pick up Den's detritus, and perform all the other tasks that need to be done.

However - baby steps. Forward progress. Building habits.

I wanted to take a moment to write about something dear to my heart - our right to our own perceptions, and to express them, without penalty. Too many people want to limit our thoughts - to hem them in, lest we offend others.


We have the right to own our beliefs, thoughts, perceptions, and associations. One of the ways that people try to trick us into disowning our very selves is to use rhetorical tricks, like the KafkaTrap.

Keeping intact our essential self is needed, as - in some cases - there are people around us (family members, medical personnel, government, social workers) who would use their influence to persuade us to act in ways that are not in our own self-interest. That might involve:

  • Moving, if we are capable of managing our own living arrangements.
  • Giving up our control of health decisions, legal decisions, finances, or ability to live our lives as WE choose.
  • Relationships that others disapprove of.
  • Voting rights - if you are capable of using your right to the franchise, DON'T let others mark your ballot! Send in absentee ballots yourself - don't entrust them to others.
I'm assuming that you have not reached the point of senility that makes it necessary to give up some personal control. But, absent a diagnosis, too many people surrounding the elderly work to nudge them into decisions that are more for others than self.


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