Friends, family, and even strangers ask me when I plan to retire. (My colleagues never ask which is a good thing.)
I’m old enough, but a couple of years ago I said “no” to a generous retirement package because I love my job. However, the day will come when I will leave it, hopefully standing on my own two feet.
There are times when I think I should just set a date. But I’m not ready. At seventy-three, I can say with conviction that I won’t be working ten years from now. Should I retire in June? A year from now? When I am seventy-five?
On Wednesday, I attended the annual holiday dinner hosted by our Executive Dean and Chief Operating Officer. Every year we do a Yankee Swap at dinner. (If you don’t know what that is, see http://bit.ly/d3mwiV)
This year I got the gift no one wanted, recycled by the person who got it last year and didn’t want it. So now, I can say with certainty that I will still be in my job a year from now.
I can’t imagine missing next year’s holiday dinner when I will be able to re-gift that Christmas tree hat with its flashing colored lights.