One doesn’t want to sound flippant about unemployment. But
there are circumstances – un certain âge, a long tax-paying career, an eternity
of service (I almost wrote servitude) for the same company – which make it
possible to face it with at least a measure of equanimity.
Certainly after 38 years in harness (or a staggering 51 if
one counts the years of school, which I do), it feels extraordinarily
liberating to suddenly be facing days of leisure such as have been the stuff of
dreams for all that time.
On the other hand, it is with some trepidation that one
realizes it is now time to take up those things – drawing and painting,
designing and building a small rowing boat, planting a vegetable patch – which
have so far been postponed for “when I grow up”.
We’ll see how I get along as a grown up. For the moment –
and I hope I don’t live to regret saying this – the relief is immense.
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