Retirement.

I’m getting used to being retired...
At first it seemed very strange...alien to me not to have to dash around doing all the things I’ve been used to doing for twenty odd years.
Now I have the leisure to do anything that takes my fancy...
I’ve seen a lot of old friends in the last few weeks...I have actually had time to go out for walks, meals, shopping etc...being retired is quite relaxing.
Today a very old friend arrives, someone I’ve known for forty odd years.
We will go out for meals, walk the beaches and do all the things we used to do forty years ago with our spouses...
I find I’m reluctant to go to church....
It’s not the actual building that put me off it’s the services that I used to take...
No doubt I’ll get used to this eventually but the only one I feel comfortable with is the chapel in the next village where I don’t know everyone.
Sunday morning though is now my time for visiting , without my dog collar.
I don’t know how long this will last...
Part of this reluctance to go to church is the dreadful retirement service I suffered but I’m not dredging up any of those feelings again...
I don’t need a building to find God. I chat as I go mostly around my very big garden.
Life after retirement is proving busy, seeing old friends after years of making my excuses is reminding me of the woman I once was.
I still laugh a lot, I enjoy seeing old friends, I’m now able to announce my retirement without wanting to cry.
Alleluia!



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