So, Day Zero arrived on Friday….. retiring after 30 years of work. Or rather, retiring after 8 different jobs, 2 kids and finally getting fed up with the London commute. The day didn’t start any different to any others; Southern Rail were claiming a dispute with conductors meant not all trains were running, whilst Peter, the lovely cheerful station master wished me a good weekend as I got on the train.
I was with the same business off and on for over 20 years – working in several of their offices, and taking time out to have my children and work out how to juggle school hours and a full-time job. It wasn’t a difficult decision to stop spending so much time away from home, it was more a question of timing. Did I wait until Beth, my youngest, left home, and I ran out of excuses to want to spend time with Mark, my better half, or did I go now and get to spend her A Level year with her? Total no brainer, although I’m not sure Beth thinks it’s a good idea to have me around so much.
I gave 12 months notice to my employer, so by the time it came around, I wasn’t really emotional until I had to hand in my laptop and pass to the offices! Then I choked a little. I almost wanted to keep my pass – with it’s picture of me taken over 10 years ago. I did keep my smart phone. I had to delete the office apps, and take the work email off the phone. Now, that felt quite liberating!!!
When I got home, Mark and I wandered up to the big pond, and sat watching the wildlife for a while. Just letting my new life sink in………
I decided to create a blog of my experiences over this coming cycle of life. I’ve not had a huge amount of free time, and am looking forward to seeing friends more often, watching things happen on the farm and taking each day as it comes. I wonder if I’ll get bored?