I’m Retired, But I Can’t Stop Working
What the hell is wrong with me?
I love retirement, but it’s nothing like I imagined. What did I imagine, you ask? That I wouldn’t be working. Because that’s the meaning of retirement, isn’t it? We define it by what’s not there, rather than what is.
But if I’m not working, what should I be doing instead? Golf? Travel? Catching up on the classics?