Sooner or later I’m going to die, but I’m not going to retire.
Margaret Mead
The closer I get to “retirement,” the more I really understand why it was so hard for my father. He had his first heart attack in his 40s, and although he didn’t have many more – remarkably given that he didn’t change his life habits much – he did die by 64. He did begin to have bad health, and his work asked him to retire early a couple of years before his death. He had a teenager he was raising with his sister, and a love of ham radios, but didn’t really pick up any other hobbies. The slow life was very hard for him.
I have so many hobbies and interests that I fear my retirement will be busier than my work life!
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