At least once a day people arrive here looking for “the pros and cons of getting older”.
I started pondering that subject again last night having replied to a comment saying that I can be grumpy if I want to.
The single thing I enjoy most is the freedom. From birth I relied on my parents and had to answer to them. Then I started school and had to answer to them as well as my parents. Over time, I left home, but by then I had a job so had to answer to my employers. In all those years, my life wasn’t 100% my own. I couldn’t dress exactly as I wanted. I couldn’t take off on a holiday if I wanted. I couldn’t even have a lie in if I wanted.
Since I retired, all that has changed.
For the first time in my life, I have total freedom to do what I want to do, and when to do it. I don’t need anyone’s permission. Fucking sweet!
If I wanted to, I could climb into the car right now and head off to the West for a weekend away. Except that it’s raining and I don’t want to. And that is the point – I am not going, because I don’t want to and not because some fucking jobsworth at work says I can’t be spared.
If I wanted to, I could wander around all day in the pelt. I grant you that that does lead to the odd sideways glance when I nip [sic] down to the village for baccy, but that’s their problem.
I go to bed when I want to, and I get up when I want to. If I decide to spend all day in bed then I shall.
No one can even dictate if I write this or not. It is my choice, and if I want to stop then I wi