It was only 9 months ago that I retired. The contrast between where I was and where I am now both mentally and physically is oceans apart.

I’m more at peace and appreciate life instead of a ball of stress. Yesterday was a great example. Normally after preparing for family to come for a few days with my better half, cooking and playing with the kids/grandkids, having a full day of fun, food, and love, I’d have to go to work after helping finish clean up after dinner.

And when I say go to work, start around 6:30 or 7 pm and work till 6:30 or 7 am Monday which means I was up over 24 hours straight. That was my normal Sunday/Monday where I’d switch back to night shift mode for the last decade.

Ironically that was the least stressful thing about the job. But I’ll go there another day. I wish I could remember who said to me a few years ago “You will know when it’s time to go.” I had thought about working till at least mid-next year and probably beyond.

This holiday, just like the previous ones this year feels special. Again I’m not working holidays like I used to so I can enjoy them like many do. But as I have reminded people before, we have become so accustomed to having all the services available on holidays that the number of people working them is massive. Have some courtesy and thank them if possible.

There was something special I remember when I was young about holidays and Sundays when most businesses would be closed. Everyone had a chance to take a collective sigh. Not now though.

I still don’t sleep well yet but I’m working on it. At least I’m not up all night for someone else.