What’s next for me?

As I edge closer to retirement age, I feel the need to reinvent myself.

At 64, nearly 65, I’m well aware that, according to accepted wisdom, my “best years” are behind me and I should be easing into retirement.

When it comes to my preferred profession, the rise of younger, more confident and much louder voices is pushing me out of the spotlight. I’m no longer a star; I’m not even a featured player. I may get the occasional cameo role, but soon I’ll be an extra who can easily be replaced.

Yet I feel there’s still a lot more life ahead of me. It’s not a matter of whether I still belong, it’s all about where I now fit in. It’s about reinvention. Or regeneration, perhaps.

I’ve lived through decades of change, challenge and growth. I even know where some of the bodies are buried (metaphorically, of course).

But it’ll soon enough be time to find a new rhythm; one that respects who I have been, while still making room for who I could be.

One of the most difficult steps has been letting go of old definitions of success. I used to measure my worth by how busy I was, how many hours I worked, and how much recognition I received for my achievements.

Now, I find myself asking the questions: What brings me joy? How can I sustain a feeling of worth?

I’ve learned that life isn’t one grand adventure, it’s a series of small, enjoyable journeys. It doesn’t have to be undertaken at breakneck speed. Achievements can be notched up quietly and have significance to me alone. I don’t have to prove anything to anybody else.

I am, occasionally, envious of those around me with big ideas and the vitality to pursue them. May they arrive at their destination with all the toys and joys they desire.

As for me, there are bad decisions and missed opportunities to regret.

But you can only go so far if you keep looking back. There’s always something on the road ahead, even if it’s hiding.

My story isn’t over. Maybe the best isn’t behind me, after all.

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