All of you former colleagues who thought I couldnever retire? That I was too much of a workaholic?You were sooo wrong. . . .
Through the woodlandthrough the valleyComes a horsemanWild and freeTilting at the windmills passingWho can this brave young horseman be? -Gordon Lightfoot Today's a big day. A really big day. It's the day one of my most beloved friends finishes his day, hangs up his uniform and retires from a . . .
When he said:Beware the barrenness of a busy life. . . .
Now that I have joined the ranks of the officially "retired," at least from full-time work, or even part-time work, for that matter, my life has changed in unexpected ways.Instead of being pressed for time every morning, I can tend to my morning ablutions at leisure. So much more relaxed is my . . .
Grades were in yesterday by noon, and thus ended my working life, at least for the forseeable future.How did I spend my first afternoon "retired?"I spent it in tears.Because every so often an email would come in from a student, thanking me for the class, telling me what they learned and detailing . . .
We are thinking, these days, of quality of life issues. Of how much of the rest of our time we want to spend working. As opposed to having fun.Work can be fun. But they don't call it that, now, do they?I do love to teach. But it IS work.Writing, on the other hand, doesn't feel so much like work. . . .