I chucked as I remembered my conversation with Barbie, my daughter a week or so ago. No matter, after she eats-if only a little or maybe more, she always tells me, “Ah! Ugh!, my stomach hurts.!”
I giggled and remarked, “that will be the epitaph written on your gravestone,” She quickly came back at me, grinning widely, and said, “the epitaph on yours will be – ” I am not retired.”
An almost true statement, as I noticed my identity to many people changed when I recently retired from a 25 year teaching career. The word “retired” has a good and bad connotation. People begin to treat you, well, as though your value has decreased. My identity changed for many….too be continued.
In the meantime, think about your identity, no matter your age.