...is a word that frightens me. In a way, I suppose I ‘retired’ when I was thirty five. That was when I got off the standard employment treadmill and pledged never to get back on it. What we’re talking about here, though, is old age retirement. I dread the day when the local newspaper might feature another UFO sighting or something with the introduction ‘Jeff Beazley, who lives at Roston and is retired...’
No, no, no.
Retired says ‘old.’ Retired says ‘grey.’ Retired says ‘past it.’ Retired says ‘settled down.’ Retired says ‘on the last lap.’ Worst of all, retired says INVISIBLE.
I’m not there legally yet; but when I am, I hope I never accept it mentally.