I'd be willing to bet that at least 75 per cent of white-collar work done in the 21st Century, regardless of the business or the industry or the sector, falls into that same type of exercise. Move those electrons from one end of the office network to the other, and then move them back again. In the Era people shut down assembly lines and occupied factory buildings for less.
FF, did you never attend a meeting for the sole purpose of setting the agenda for the next meeting? Meetings, bloody meetings, they drove me mad.
That's not too dissimilar to our lifestyle. I kept one of my delivery vans when my brother and I wound up our distribution company. There's a company that converts both new and used vans into RV's. We hook up a flat trailer, load up the MG and go off to classic & vintage events around the country.
Regardless of what I do post-career, I will continue to dress like most men used to dress until the sneakers and sports jersey phenomenon took over.
I can't do a gradual retirement, or wean myself off of work. I'm a teacher, and my life is a schedule. But within the system in which I work, there is lots of help with retirement planning. And because it's not right around the corner, I have time to prepare psychologically, as well as financially and every-day-lifery.
I wonder sometimes whether teachers find it easier because they are used to coping with managing their time in a long block of (nominally....) free time across the Summer break?
Possibly. But I have been working with kids 12 months a year for as long as I can remember, working at camps during the summers. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't.
I have held numerous jobs over my work life from the professional to the mundane. Never strongly identified myself with any one role but as I approach retirement the one concern is coping without "work". Work, regardless of the title or task has been a huge part of my life since I was 12 years old. I know how to work, I am good at it, it is what I do. What will I be without that? I have numerous hobbies and activities but NONE that would engage me 5 days a week, 8 hours per day. Work has been the grist in my mill, to push me up against the world, to force me to become more conscious, more evolved whereas my hobbies acted as respite from all that. The question is, what will replace work as that grist or an even bigger question; does one reach a point in life where it is okay to go without the grist? Is it okay to just put the feet up and coast for whatever years I have left? Things to discover I guess.
I am now just a site technician rather than project manager and just working 3 days a week. Now my life is much less stressful as I don't need to "manage" anything other than myself. When my day's work is done I am truly done. There is nothing to take home with me. At this pace I can indeed work into my 70's as even though the work is somewhat physically demanding have extra days to recover really helps. But there is the desire for my wife and I to travel. There are some screaming good deals on flights if one has flexibility. We desire to take advantage of that and want to create space to drop our routine at a moments notice and take off wherever the cheap flight will take us. That is tough to do and still be employed. I will work this year and then recalibrate to see what comes next.My wife left her career one week ago. It has been interesting observing her in her first week of leisure. One interesting aspect is jettisoning "thoughts" she will never need think again. She was in project implementation and her last project was "P3". Her mind wants to continue processing aspects of "P3" but she catches herself and remembers...."Oh, I never have to think that thought ever again." I is quite freeing for her as thinking those thoughts have dominated her waking hours for many years. She is going to sleep, knit, listen to music...repeat .....for the next few weeks until she can quiet her mind and slow her body and then look at the "what is next?"
I have a belief that in most things we need to develop the trust in ourselves so that we acknowledge when we are "done" with something and have the good sense to walk away at that point and not linger until it truly becomes toxic for our soul.I retiredd in 2007 at age 50 after 25 years in municipal law enforcement. I had planned on five more years but another upcoming administration change, the political climate surrounding law enforcement, plus the city was offering to pay for the health insurance of recent retirees. I left without a single look over my shoulder.
I do miss some of the people I worked with and the excitement of the job. I spent 15 years on the SWAT team. The day to day drudgery and the petty complaints ensure that I don't miss it much.
I've had a couple of jobs since I left, even went back to work for some family members for awhile but I soon found that I don't take orders very well anymore, nor do I take things quite as seriously as others. So long on that job creates a perspective that others don't often get. Plus, the job causes problems. I've never met anyone who spent the biggest part of their lives in emergency services that didn't come away with some issues. The national average of the life expectancy for retired police officers used to be somethimg like 5 years. Not sure where it sets now. I worked with a number of folks that didn't make half of that, so I think I left when I should have.