Living Out Loud. (v14). Gone Fishin’.

Retirement? Are you kidding me?

I’ve had no less than 43 jobs in my 45 years of life.

I can’t really even begin to think about something as conventional as retirement.

I’ve always felt that a job should be synonymous with life’s purpose.

Only I haven’t figured out that purpose yet.

Figuring Out.

That has been my career.

Researching, excavating, discovering.

What brings me joy? Fulfills my passion? And pays my bills all at the same time?

I’m so much closer to knowing that now than I ever was before.

Which is good, because time is running out.

So maybe retirement is a feasible concept after all.

Irregardless, let’s pretend.

Retirement would be like, job number 45 or 46.

I’ll own a small shop.

Maybe a restaurant, maybe a storefront that sells chocolate and wine and music and coffee.

Something nurturing.

Off the back of the store will be a yoga studio.

On every wall of the shop will be space to hang photography and other creative work by local artists.

Exactly where local is, is yet to be determined.

Just one more thing I’m working to figure out.