Every now and then I come across someone who makes me stop and think, Yes. That’s it. I had one of those moments recently when I read the story of a 100-year-old man. I’ll call him John, because I want to share what his story made me think about rather than identify him. John retired […]
A few months into retirement, I remember sitting with my morning coffee and wondering what I was supposed to do with the rest of the day. There was nothing particularly wrong. In fact, this was exactly the freedom I had worked towards. There were no early meetings, no urgent emails and nobody waiting for me
I didn’t suddenly find myself alone in my 60s—the connections that had held my life together simply began to disappear I did not expect connection to be one of the hardest parts of retirement. I had prepared myself—or at least I thought I had. I had worked out the finances. I had a bucket list.
When I first retired, I thought the main question had already been answered. I had decided when to stop working, finished the job and stepped away from the career that had structured so much of my adult life. What I had not answered was what would pull me forward once the job was gone. That
A few months into my retirement, I had a moment I wasn’t expecting. I was sitting at the kitchen table on a Tuesday morning. No calendar pulling at me, no inbox tightening my chest. Just three empty hours and a cup of coffee I’d forgotten to drink. And what I felt wasn’t the freedom I’d
The other day, I put on a song in the kitchen and started dancing. There was no plan. I wasn’t wearing activewear. My Fitbit was not consulted. I simply heard a song I loved and, before I had time to make the whole thing unnecessarily complicated, I began to move. Nothing had been solved. But
There is a particular kind of silence that arrives when the noise of a busy life finally stops. At first, we may welcome it. No meetings. No deadlines. No one asking us to solve another problem before lunch. But once the relief wears off, the silence can become surprisingly uncomfortable. This is something I discovered
The other morning, I was walking along the Cairns Esplanade feeling genuinely grateful for my life. The water was calm, the air was warm, and people were out walking dogs that appeared considerably more cheerful about exercising than some of their owners. At the same time, I was worried about someone I love. Both feelings
Most of us have a fairly clear idea of what “looking after our brain” is supposed to involve. We might do a crossword. Read. Learn something new. Stay socially connected. Perhaps take up a language or finally work out how to play Wordle without cheating. But have your cholesterol checked? Get your hearing tested? They
There is a particular kind of silence that can arrive in retirement. It is not simply the absence of meetings, deadlines or the alarm clock. It is the silence that follows when nobody is asking you for anything. At first, that can feel like relief. You can drink your morning coffee while it is still
