One of the most difficult things I’m finding now that – after nine years, is it? – of ceasing gainful employment is that so much of my time is spent doing things I wanted to do during my working-life. Ones, of course, to which I never got round.
I think the main difficulty was – certainly during our taxi-business days – that I just kept an eye on things (garden, house-maintenance) rather than actually working on those things. Now, of course, the garden is in need of lots of sorting out (though I managed to keep the house intact!).
Also, we’re both involved with local projects and activities – something that work (self-employment, anyway) did not allow us to do. And "catching up" on all of these things is time-consuming. Therefore, to slip something else in, however small that "something else" may seem, is difficult.
I suppose what I’ve just said is a common factor among working-people. Retirement comes as a shock – small or great – when one’s time has been geared to the clock. (Must see if I can find that song "I was born to the sound of an alarm-clock".)
If one has geared oneself to not working, of course, the age when workers retire has no meaning: one will (and I see dozens of ’em who have) just plod on doing the same inconsequential things – smoking, watching telly, etcetera – for the rest of their remaining lives. I see that as a total waste of a life-form.
(That "life-form" comment contains a lot of my personal belief-system’s philosophy, by the way . . .)