It is one week into my retirement/sabbatical/career-break and I am starting to feel like a real person. I’ve been a robot for the last 40 years. School, school, work, work, work. Now that I am not on somebody else’s beck and call schedule, the metal exterior is starting to fall off revealing a real live human inside.
This is how a person is supposed to exist. There is more to life than going to work every day. There is life. I am doing as I please. I am feeling more sociable. I am smiling at people without forcing it. I feel different. I like it.