I used to define my perfect retirement scenario as this: I’m sitting on a rocking chair on the front porch for hour after hour until some one asks:
“Richard, what are you staring at all day?”
“I’m waiting for the leaves to change color and fall”
“But it’s only March???”
We now live in a very impatient world and I don’t like it one bit. I find myself under more and more stress each and every day because everyone wants answers NOW and they expect me to drop what I am doing and respond within minutes.
It has become nearly impossible to perform any perfunctory act without interruption. And things only seem to be getting worse with each passing day.
The phrase “I’ll get back to you tomorrow” is no longer acceptable. As a result, the list of half-completed projects has grown exponentially. There is no possible way to set a schedule and adhere to it.
I look forward to the time that I can sit in that rocking chair and wait!
It sounds like paradise to me!