I understood when speaking with others about these topics, that for most people work was their mission in life. It occupied most of their time. And most had families to support. I was interested in knowing if people had adopted a different mission once they retired. Another person I spoke with said he had no mission. Yet another was very clear about his mission: "Enjoy myself and spend every dime I have and leave nothing behind."
As for me, my Mom always said that I was not happy unless I had 10 things going on at once. Several people I spoke with are in quite good physical shape. I'd say most are in better shape than I am. I never thought about it much while I was working. But being retired, I find that I am somewhat jealous of those who can engage in multiple physical activities. Frankly, I'd be happy, no - ecstatic, if I was simply able to stand erect and walk without pain.
So, do I have a mission absent work? I do. Writing the blog will continue to be one of my missions. I will continue to defend Israel, the Jewish people and conservative American values. I have not yet decided on expanding the reach of the blog. I have thought about writing letters to the editor of some of the leftwing papers (I recently wrote one which was not published), and even submitting longer Op-Ed pieces (even though I know that most of those printed are by well known people).
I have been used to getting up in the morning at 6 a.m. for decades. Now, I can allow myself to go back to sleep. Or, if I get up and have breakfast, I can allow myself a nap afterwards if I am tired. I eat my breakfast sitting on my recliner and watching TV. Either the news or a show. I have my morning coffee after breakfast. But I made the decision to not drink my coffee while sitting on the recliner and watching more TV. That seemed like a very bad habit to get into. Instead, I am at my desk reading or talking to friends.
Not directly related, but a few years ago I mentioned to my oldest daughter that I had been to Barnes & Noble and purchased a book on one of my favorite topics (it was about the U.S. Constitution). When I asked her to guess what it might be, with her very dry, and wry, delivery she said: "What - talking?" It's okay. I can take the dig. Besides, she wasn't wrong. Whereas one friend said he has tried to reestablish relations with old acquaintances, but only by text or email, I definitely prefer the human interaction of speaking with people. Will I make reaching out to people from my past one of my missions? I don't know. I guess I'd have to get myself on Facebook first.
While virtually everyone in their seventies is aware of mortality, I found that most do not dwell on it. One expressed an idea that I suspect most grandparents have. "Will I be around to see my grandson graduate from high school? From college?" And: "How will my kids and grandson feel without me around?" And I would add: "Will they remember me (for grandkids), and will they think of me often?" I frequently quote some of the funny lines my Dad used to say, such as: "Stay single, and your pockets will jingle."
One friend described having no mission, saying he takes it one day at a time. He thinks about his mortality indirectly. Such as: "Is this going to be my last car?" And: "Should I replace that water heater." Another friend said he doesn't really think about mortality much. He is spiritually oriented and is a "very strong believer." But he does not believe in ultimate mortality, as he believes the soul continues on.
Another friend had a very realistic thought about mortality: "I don't feel I'm entitled to live even one more day." And: "I don't pretend I have even one more week." Not because of anything bad he has done, but because he understands that death can come suddenly, and at any time. He went on to say that while he is agnostic, "I want to believe there is a G-d." And, as a former law enforcement officer, having seen the worst of humanity, he "does not wish to be in a heaven with child molesters."
As for me, I certainly hope to have a much longer life. But I also understand there are no guarantees. My biggest concern about retirement? It goes back to what my Mom said about needing to have 10 things going on at once to be happy. My biggest concern is being bored. Don't get me wrong. I have plenty of hobbies and interests. And I plan on attending religious services more often. And going to classes at Chabad. And I have the blog. But will all that fill up my days? Or, will I become bored? For now, at least, less than 2 weeks into my real retirement, I am loving it.