Something is missing in my life after retirement. I feel as if I am on vacation, going down a scenic country road with windows open, music playing.
At the same time, I'm anxious because I don't know which exit to take.
The problem is not financial. Nor is it medical or social.
What is wrong is that my work identity has vanished, and I have no ready replacement.
For some, retirement pursuits are obvious, but others figure those out later. I belong to the latter category. It has been hard shedding a work identity developed over 50-plus years. Looking back, I could have done some things better to prepare.
I have found that creating a retirement identity includes a shift in mindset. While retirement was an important date on the calendar, I didn't have a vision as to what "me" would look like once the echoes of work were gone.
So, as retirement began, I kept my workplace identity.
My personal shift began recently. One day, in response to a somewhat desperate question about how to fill my days, my wife told me in rather firm terms: "You have had many experiences. Go write about them." Her comment struck a chord. Before marriage, kids and my career, I used to love writing.