I was on my way through the park to downtown in search of a goat. There was a woman ahead of me wearing a suit, and sneakers, and I thought how she was probably on her lunch, taking advantage of the glorious spring weather to take a break from her desk job. She reminded me of me. And then I GOT IT!
I am retired!
I mean, of course I knew that before, but all of a sudden, I really understood what that means. It means that I can do whatever I want with my time. It means no rushing to fill up evenings and weekends with all the jobs and joys I can't do between 9 and 5 on weekdays. It means I can walk in the park in the middle of the day. It's a gift.
And, it's a gift not to be squandered.
And I bought three goats.