You know those bogus headlines that scream, “All you need to succeed in life is 5 minutes a day!!” or “Lose 10 pounds in just 3 weeks – GUARANTEED!!”
Well I promise you this isn’t one of those. Because what I am about to suggest really does take three seconds and it really could create more luck in your life.
So I hope you’ll stick with me to the end. I’ll share the “fix” in a few, but first a story (and a bit of a rant) about why I’m writing this.
When I speak about second acts, I often ask people what they might like to do after leaving their full-time jobs. Inevitably, I get a variety of responses:
I’d like to paint
I’d like to be a photographer
I’d like to write a book
I’d like to do something with baking.
It’s always fun to hear about people’s plans and dreams. But what I really love is when people tell me how they actually turned their dreams into reality:
I sold my first painting
I photographed a wedding
I self-published my memoirs
I’m selling my key lime pies at our local farmer’s market
It’s always exciting to see their dreams take flight. Of course, the gap between dreaming and doing is a big one. And when you’re just starting the transition into retirement, that leap can feel insurmountable.
Given my profession, it should come as no surprise that my husband and I spend a lot of time discussing our plans for retirement. Poor guy just can’t escape my constant fascination with this topic!
So recently, while enjoying a long, leisurely drive through the countryside, we once again chatted about his second act. Over the years, I’ve asked him all the obvious questions: What do you think you might like to do? What do you see as your strongest skills? Which of your hobbies might serve as the basis of a business?
But his time around I asked just one simple question:
What activities make you lose track of time?
I’ve been thinking a lot about this question since returning from a visit with old college friends. I’ll explain why I think it’s an important question in just a moment, but first a bit of background.
This is a photo of me, my sister Ruth and brother David, taken by our dad sometime back in the mid-1960′s as part of our annual family photo shoot series. A pain at the time (Do we have to do this again???) but a priceless treasure now.
As I look at our fresh young faces, it’s hard for me to believe that within the next few weeks, both of my siblings will be retiring - while I continue to write about retirement.
Holy moly, where did the time go?