Twenty-three years ago today I was officially superannuated. Closed out the career. Retired.
Thanks to time off for good behavior and other favorable considerations, I had actually turned in the keys a few days earlier. But the record shows June 30, 1990 to be the official retirement date.
You step off the train. The train moves on. It is bound on a journey which brought you to this point, but you cannot go now where it is going. You may go somewhere else by some other means, but that train is gone, and its destination is not your destination.
The beginning of the twenty-fourth year of retirement sparks a bit of reflection. I am not one for "what ifs" or "it might have beens." In fact, regrets make up a very tiny package, and I do not carry it with me. Thus I do not regret that my portfolio might have been more impressive had I stayed longer on the ride. I not only do not regret, I revel in the choice I made, I rejoice in my journey along the byways that that train does not travel.
"The laborer is worthy of his hire." Work is not life; it is an honorable provision of the means for living. To those who ask, What do you do with yourself? I say, I am living. I am abundantly blessed.