Retirement Isn’t For Me

April 4, 2015

I’ve always said that I would die with my boots on. I don’t want to ever retire. I want to work until the last breath leaves my body. Even before I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up I knew that I wanted to work all the days of my life.

Throughout the years, through the hard times and the good times, I’ve always known the importance of doing something you love. I tell clients to figure out what they feel passionate about and I’ll help them figure out a way to make a living doing it.

I think the key to loving what you do is feeling like you’re making a difference, that your job is not just a placeholder until it’s time for you to meet your maker.

It’s sad to see so many people doing things they hate. They spend all their working years dreaming of the things they want to do when they retire. The problem is that they don’t update those dreams to accommodate their advancing age and they might have to create new dreams to take their place.

For one thing, all during the years they were dreaming of the myriad things they would do when they didn’t have to punch a time clock were things that a young person would do. As they dreamed those things they forgot that their bodies were getting older and their energy wasn’t what it used to be. With these physical limitations, even those who are fortunate enough to still enjoy good health might not have the energy to climb Mt. Everest.

You have to have the temperament to go fishing every day and most people get bored with so much time on their hands. For them, life seems an endless road to nowhere. They can only visit their children so often, and that’s if those relationships are good. They can only play cards and go out to eat so many nights before monotony settles in. Even those who have the money to travel around the world for years at a time get tired of it after a while.

But most of all, when people retire, if they don’t have something exciting to take up the slack, they lose their sense of purpose, they lose their sense of self.

No matter how much they might have hated their job and dreamed of the day they could pack it in and do anything they want, they still had a reason to get up in the morning and get dressed for the day. Without that sense of purpose, many retirees drift aimlessly, letting their minds and their bodies atrophy. I have often thought that people don’t die of old age; they die of boredom.

And since I get bored so easily, I plan on working until the day I take my last breath.

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