Two Years Retired: An Honest and Thoughtful Reflection
<p>I stared out the window on the morning of my first retirement day, sipped a cup of coffee, and wondered what the future would bring.</p>
<p>Like other retirees, I had big dreams and little fears, and no matter how much I planned — and I did plan a lot — retirement was still a giant amorphous blob of mystery.</p>
<p>Most of us consider retirement as the liminal moment that represents a bright line between our allegiance to others and our allegiance to ourselves. That day, for the very first time, I stood on <strong><em>my </em></strong>side of that line and admired the newfound freedom that looked back at me and asked:</p>
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