“So what are you going to do once you retire,” said the curious person to the gentleman who will be punching out for the last time in a couple of months. The future retiree responded, “I don’t know, but whatever I do, I don’t plan on wearing a tie while doing it!”
Now I won’t go too deep and paint a metaphor suggesting that donning a neck tie every day of one’s work life is akin to tying a noose around one’s neck (Oh, but deep down I really want to, but that would not jibe with my trademark sunny disposition, now would it??).
Despite being a newly inducted, card-carrying, discount loving AARP member, I’ll still be knotting up the old Four-in-Hand (Windsor if I’m being fancy) for a good amount of pay periods over the foreseeable future, and I’m happy to have the opportunity to do so.
There is something to be said about suiting up at the start of the day and eight (if I’m lucky) or so hours later, performing that symbolic loosening of the tie when it’s time to go home. I guess that’s why I’ve never been a big fan of business casual (which brings back horrible memories of my come as you are days early in the millennium rocking the NY tech PR thing).
I will say that there is a certain sense of freedom in knowing that one no longer has to begin the day with a silk (Or like me, more affordable man-made fabric) garrote around one’s neck.
But until then, excuse me while I pick out a tie for tomorrow.
“Envy is the ulcer of the soul.”
I have a friend who shared with me the story of a recent weekend trip (Yes, it’s really a friend. I’m not doing that ‘say it’s a friend to hide that I’m referring to myself gimmick’). She traveled to New York to hang with some buddies she’s known since high school.
Several of these folks are retired.
Upon her return, she says, she felt a sense of envy because a couple of her closest friends get to see plays, travel and otherwise have fun whenever they want because they have made the choice to retire, while she’s still working for the man five days a week.
When I caught up with my friend after her weekend jaunt, she told me that she returned home with a bad case of “retirement envy.”
Since me and my high school buddies are a couple of decades (At the very least!) away from punching that time clock for the last time, I regret that it is hard for me to feel any empathy over my friend’s situation. Although I do understand how easy it is to feel a sense of envy when you perceive that someone is in a better situation than you.
O.K. pass the acetaminophen (No brand names, please, because I’m all about the generics!). I’m about to do some deep philosophical thinking which always gives me a headache!
For me, envy is a motivator. Rather than getting upset, depressed or jealous over someone who you think is doing better than you, why not turn that negative energy (Look at me getting ‘new age’ in my ‘middle age’!) into active energy. Notice I didn’t say positive. Don’t just be ‘positive’, get ‘active’ and do something!
Taking action is not always easy, but it certainly beats sitting in a corner pissed off.
My friend is taking action (and I’m excited to be helping). Me? I feel pretty motivated as I enter decade number six.