I've been in a bit of a funk about my transition to retirement.
Despite a long list of things I've long wanted to accomplish, I feel rudderless without the outside demands of a job. And I miss all the things I loved about teaching, especially the community I was a part of for so many years.
But it's really only been a little more than a week of proper retirement, and in that time, the refrigerator and ice maker have been repaired, the leaky kitchen faucet replaced, my electric ukulele restrung, my grandfather's watch refurbished, my nephew's teaching career supported, my garden weeded, and a load of donations dropped at the thrift shop.
I guess I have been productive. So why doesn't it feel like it?
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