Iíve always been a fan of Bill Moyers, with his pleasant voice, down-home commentaries and gentle demeanor. Heís like a grandfather, an advisor and a wizard all rolled into one. Heís now on PBS hosting his weekly show, ďMoyers & Company.Ē
And though the series will end shortly before his 80th birthday, he and his wife, Judith ó a journalist in her own right, and his creative partner ó are considering the next big thing. He says it might be a series on aging. Iím hoping so.
Moyers just wrote an interesting article in the AARP Bulletin, ďOn Not Growing Old.Ē
He says ďretirement can be the enemy of longevity.Ē He goes on to say he either had the opportunity to retire or did retire four times, but heís still at it, not retiring.
I agree with every word he wrote and Iím inspired, even a little giddy.
Yes, this is truly good news for me because it doesnít look like I will be retiring ó ever. Hub Russ has a plan; he hopes to retire in the next ten to twelve years (weíre younger than we look, well, sort of.)
But he says since I havenít paid into a retirement account, Iím on my own.
Of course, all of this is a joke because I did work in the corporate world for twenty-five years, but sadly, it wasnít with just one company.
Retirement: itís a subject we all talk about.
To me, itís both thrilling and chilling. I donít know that retirement will be all that different from my life now. I have planned my life in such a way that I work my own hours when I choose to work them.
Thatís not to brag, but Iíve been self-employed since 1991 ó after a layoff from the phone company ó for most of these years.
I went from being a home-based medical transcriptionist, to present-day author, humorist and speaker, and now I represent a line of skin care products, as well.
My mother told me as a child I was stubborn, hard-headed and didnít ďactĒ like my sisters or brother. I kiddingly tell her I shouldíve been in a school for the gifted and talented.
†I have no doubt there was some genius mixed in with attention deficit disorder. Just kidding!
I never had A.D.D. Iíve always marched to my own beat.
That said, I love to create. So that means wherever I end up, retired or not, Iíll have my laptop with which to write, (or a pen and paper), books to read, music to listen to, and painting supplies.
Life really is what you make it, and Iíve been lucky enough to make it a happy and comfortable one for me.
Like Moyers, I donít plan to slow down.
Iím now looking forward to classes: Dancing, painting, jewelry making, bonsai and a host of other ideas. Who knows?
Maybe Iíll be teaching some of them.
It seems every time I read an interview on an elderly person (which Iíve just defined as hovering close to, or over, 100) they give credit for their long life to hard work, close families, interesting hobbies and an abiding faith. Sounds good to me!
Some of my dearest friends are elderly. I have learned from them old-timey remedies, gardening tips, empathy and most of all, patience.
In fact, my parents are 84-years-old, and are two of the greatest people Iíve ever known.
I love them both dearly.
I know youíre not supposed to correct your parents. But when Mama says, ďIím getting old,Ē while struggling to get into my car as we head out to lunch, I quickly correct her.
ďNo, Mom, youíre not getting old. Youíre getting oldER.Ē
She always laughs, but she knows what I mean. And by the way, thatís our number one communication, laughter.
I love to make her laugh and she loves to laugh.
And Dad ó well, heís busy with woodworking, his favorite hobby (next to bird watching and feeding.)
So heís definitely not old either, simply oldER.
So when Iím oldER, maybe I wonít need to retire because Iím already living life just the way I like it.
Ann Ipock ďLife is Short, I Wish I Was TallerĒ email@example.com www.annipock.com
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