Funny thing, it doesn’t seem like the start of the workweek. But it is for many that I still have regular contact with. I now look at life, day to day, instead of the previous workweek/weekend schedule.

No end, or start, just days that I get to make of what I choose. At least till my better half rises or after she crashes. And even though it might look like work to many it’s just me having fun. Writing, photographing, drawing, carving, working on the home, or cutting our yard.

This old man washing and detailing his ride (Miata) isn’t cheap, I like doing that work. It reminds me of being young. The pride I took in polishing, motor, paint, and chrome.

It’s not that I retired young, I didn’t. I contemplated working till 70. But given my past health history, I jumped when I had the opportunity.

A couple of relatives will be retiring this year. It will be a year or two before my good friends follow me. So I will have more company soon.

I saw a recent AARP article headline that if I recall correctly said 1 in 4 seniors plan on working the rest of their life. Pew Research says 9% of those 75 and older are still working. That is way up from the 4% in 1987. And these numbers will continue to grow would be my guess.

I know a couple of people I love in situations where they will end up working the rest of their lives and not by choice. I also know some who may choose to work out of their desire or fear of having nothing to do in retirement.

I hope I can stay retired from working for someone other than myself. Well, other than doing some volunteer work in the future. Time will tell.

For those of you rising, risen, on their way, or already at your workstation, I salute you. Have a Great Day, regardless of that asshole customer, boss or coworker.

And for those of you in school for an education, suck it up, enjoy it. Work is the real bitch. And that is for those of us who love what we do.

What retirement brings me are passions, not work.