The prospect of retiring, of ending what has been the biggest part of my life, of stopping all that which makes my life worth living. There are lots of things I want to do, lots of things I can't do whilst I am working, but when I think about it, the inspiration comes from those with whom I work. If I retire, will the inspiration still be there?
As with many things, talking about retirement is one thing, actually doing it is quite something else.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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