Boring.
It was a dull September 2022 on my Google Timeline. The furthest red dots were my office and my parents’ house. In between, there were a few medical office visits, some restaurants, my sister’s house, and my local Albertson’s. Unfortunately, other than the month of June, when we were in Europe, this entire year has been boring.
For some reason, I thought my life would be more interesting. If you asked me right when I graduated college to describe my life at fifty-five, I would have said married with two kids, and about to retire after a successful career. More importantly, there would be a sense of contentment that the life lived had meaning. Instead, I am single, living alone, and have not done anything memorable other than not die. I do not even know how i feel about that.
I told my boss more firmly yesterday that I will likely quit and retire mid-next year. There is a release of vested stock (RSUs) every six months, so I want to receive those shares before I quit and forfeit the remainder. There are no goals or plans after retirement. I feel I should travel more, but I am ambivalent about traveling alone. I will likely end up sitting around the house watching YouTube videos. ðŸ˜
Life with chronic diseases 