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Saturday, April 08, 2023


It Was Three Years Ago Today..... 

It’s HARD to believe that I’ve been retired now for THREE whole years. I officially left full-time employment one day after my 60th birthday on 8th April 2020 and eased into the retirement I’d been ‘planning’ for 6 months. Although, with the Pandemic starting to bite there wasn’t a lot of easing going on. But those three years have gone by in a WHOOSH. Funnily, I bumped into someone from work today. I didn’t work directly with her, but our paths crossed fairly regularly. She retired 8 months before I did so we compared notes. We both agreed on the whoosh aspect but also agreed that part of that was the whole unreality of Covid in the early part. We also agreed that our activities have expanded to take up the available time so being at a ‘loose end’ just doesn’t factor into things. I told her of my ex-boss who wondered (or maybe worried) that I’d be bored without a job to go to. As I told her (my ex-boss that is) at the time: I don’t come here for something to do. 

So, how are things turning out? Three things immediately spring to mind, firstly because I’m now getting the sleep my body needs I’m no longer tired ALL the bloody time, as I was when working. By nature, I’m a night owl (I am SO not a Morning Person!) so I tended to go to bed late – around 11.00-11.30 - and then drag myself out of bed around 7 hours later on work days. I slept later at weekends but there’s no real way to claw back the deficit so... constant tiredness. No longer! I’m generally going to bed even later – pre-midnight is rare – and I get up around 8 hours later. So far, so expected. Oh, and the sleep I DO have is better. Not only do I tend to get to sleep faster than before, I also rarely wake up in the night and when I do I go back to sleep sooner than before. 

A somewhat more surprising result of retirement is that I haven’t had a cold since I left. I’ve had a few sniffles and I wondered a few times if I had a cold so mild as to be almost invisible, but generally.... Nothing. Obviously, this will be because I’m not mixing with hundreds of people every day rather than retirement per se but it’s a nice plus to the process. I’d never been one to ‘man up’ when ill and drag myself into work to infect other people, but it seems I was pretty much alone in that. To be honest, I obviously worked with germ filled plague carriers.  

Something that has surprised me a great deal is my lack of headaches. In the last 3 years I’ve barely had one, and that was a pretty mild affair. I used to own multiple packets of pain killers and bought them in bulk. In the last 3 years I think I might have taken 3-4 pills. I used to take 2 every 4 hours for the best part of the day (or longer) to make a headache at least bearable. These days I now take individual tablets (in the rare occasion when I need them) and that’s enough. So. It wasn’t my (Diet) Coke addiction and caffeine withdrawal that was messing with my head. It was WORK – most probably stress related frowning to be honest.  

All in all, retirement has been a major boon for both my physical and mental health – despite putting on a few kilos in weight because of lack of exercise. I used to walk a LOT in my job so I’m compensating somewhat by going for walks most days when it’s not raining. Regret retirement? Not for a second.    

10 comments:

VV said...

I can’t wait for retirement! But will have to. 😔 M & I don’t understand people who don’t retire when they can. Too many people we know work into their 70s & 80s! I also don’t understand getting bored, which is the excuse some people give for continuing to work. There’s so much to do, learn, explore, try, read, etc. I’m glad retirement has been good for your sleep. What does your typical day look like?

Marianne said...

Sounds fantastic. We tell everyone, retire when you can, don't wait if you don't have to. We both feel the same, since retirement, we can go to bed and get up whenever we like. A lot of people always wonder why we sleep that long in the morning. Ous answer: Because we can!!! :D

Btw - is that a picture of yourself there?

CyberKitten said...

@ V V: I was fortunate with the timing. My mortgage was going to be paid off in December 2019, so that was good, plus my Company pension was at a reasonable level after 32 years in harness. With the savings I'd managed to squirrel away it looked like a good time to go. I gave them 6 months notice, put the paperwork in... and the rest is history.

My day usually starts around 8am when I wake up. I potter around for about an hour, checking Blogs, catching up on overnight events, checking the predicted weather etc... Then breakfast, a bit of reading, a quick gaming session before noon, then a walk which ends up at my local supermarket for any daily needs. Back here, a bit more reading and gaming plus any chores that need doing. In the evening its food, and some gaming with friends (or just chatting online) until about 9pm. Then some more reading and finishing off with either TV or movies or a bit of YouTube before bed around midnight. That's the core anyway. I go to my 'big' supermarket alternate weeks - which is a few miles walk - the Mall maybe once a month and 'Town' 2-3 times a year. Then there's day trips, cinema and whatever pops into my head as a fun idea to do or go to.

@ Marianne: I had the idea (which I mentioned a LOT at work before I retired) that on my very first day, I'd take my alarm clock on to the patio and destroy it with an axe. I didn't, but it was a good idea and fun to imagine. Waking up when you body has had enough sleep is heaven.

I thought someone might ask about the picture. No, its not me. Just something I found via Google images. I *do* wear glasses (although not all the time) and I do have grey hair - and a slight beard every 3-4 days... but that's really the only similarity.

Stephen said...

Do you find yourself doing things out in the community more now that you have time? A lot of the library's volunteers are retirees who are people- and work-addicts....they like to putter around being useful and talking to people, and it's less expensive to be a volunteer at the library than one of the diner tables across the street..

Marian H said...

"I don’t come here for something to do" this made me LOL

Sounds like retirement is treating you well, that is great to hear! The way the world is going (economically and politically), I don't see retirement in my future. But if it *is* possible, maybe I will be able to finish off my TBR list. :)

CyberKitten said...

@ Stephen: The idea of volunteering (naturally in the library!) has crossed my mind, but that's where its stayed for now. I might actually pop in to the local library next time I'm visiting our big market which is just across the road.

@ Marian: Surely you'll be able to retire @ *some* point - unless you don't want to of course. Although I did love my last job - at least *most* of the time - I don't miss it at all. I really liked the people I worked with and enjoyed the challenges and meeting new 'clients' aspect of things, I was never really impressed with our higher management or stupid policy changes that came down periodically from Head Office. But I guess that's the same everywhere. I know here that they're trying to get 'early' retirees to go back to work. GOOD LUCK with that one!

VV said...

It sounds glorious! Enjoy!

Marianne said...

What a shame. Would have been nice to see what you look like. At the moment you resemble more a grey tiger. ;)

CyberKitten said...

@ Marianne: Oh, there are VERY few pictures of me in existence! I'm either behind the camera or absent once a camera is produced. At my nephew's wedding I told his brothers that having my photograph taken wasn't the best of ideas. I told them that, as soon as the photo was taken, robots from the future appear and then things get rather fractious.... They didn't believe me (obviously) but I said it was best to be safe than sorry....

Marianne said...

Well, I know people who were very sorry for not having pictures of themselves or loved ones. One of Charly aunts would always put her hand in front of her face when she saw a camera, so no pictures were taken. When her husband died, she begged people to look through their pictures because she didn't have a single picture of herself and her husband. Neither did anyone else.