I was delighted to be invited to the retirement party for my friend Coral who was the Harvard Business School’s Registrar for years. We worked together on the development of a joint degree program between the Business School and the Kennedy School, and we became friends.
I had walked between the two schools, across the Charles River from each other endless times for meetings. But walking to her good-bye reception on that beautiful August morning, I felt a bit uneasy. I’d been retired for six years. Did I remember people’s names? Would they remember me? Would I be left in a corner with no one to talk to? Would I yearn to be back at my old job?
The answers: Yes, I remembered the names of all the people I had worked with, and many greeted me like a celebrity. The tributes to Coral were lovely and very genuine. She wasn’t the only one with tears in her eyes.
Do I want to be back at my old job? No, I’ve moved on.