I’m actually a lot more fun than I sound

So yeah… I’m all about my work. Always have been. Always will be, most likely. While people in my age group – early-early GenX – are starting to retire (or maybe they’ve been retired for a while, due to excellent financial planning and execution on their plans… not necessarily my forte, tbh), the idea of retiring seems like a distant vision… a chimera… a mirage-like image off in the distance, shimmering in the heat of a cloudless day.

Every now and then, I’ll think about retiring, think about what I’d like to do, once I’ve turned in my laptop and badge. I’ll imagine myself rising at a leisurely hour, sipping a cup of fine coffee on the veranda overlooking a Tuscan vineyard (or the back of somebody’s condo)… I’ll see myself paging through a newspaper… or maybe swiping up on my tablet, as I catch up with what’s going on in the world. Maybe I’ll paint. I’ve been known to do that. Maybe I’ll learn a foreign language. Maybe I’ll do one of those things I always say I’ll do, when I have more time (like master small engine repair).

But it never takes long for me to circle back to the simple fact I really have no interest in ever retiring. Because every “fun” thing I think about doing, actually takes work. It takes discipline. I takes concentration and time. It requires a certain mastery to do it right. And that mastery requires work. Plain and simple, work.

And you know what? If I’m gonna work at something, I better damn’ well get paid. That’s what I say.

But what about retirement? Don’t I want to be rewarded for all my years of dedication with discretionary time to do as i please? Well, sure… but if I’m going to do as I please, I’m actually going to work. Because, for me, work is fun. It’s not this awful drudge thing that I have to door else. It’s a chance for me to direct my ample (actually, overly abundant) energy in a productive and non-self-destructive way. I have a lot of energy, you see. Hell, even when I’m exhausted, I have a shit-ton of energy. Ask anybody who knows me. And I probably will, for years to come.

So, yeah. I’ll work. The retirement communities will need to wait for me. No, don’t wait – I may never turn up. And I will have fun. Because that’s what I do.

It’s just what I do.

Considering it done

I spend a lot of time thinking about what I can do, how to do it, and how to not do it.

I’m a compulsive creator, you might say, and I have a wide range of interests, so I’m generally in the middle of at least two projects at a time.

I’m also a full-time employee at a major multinational corporation, and yes, my job there involves getting things done. I’m judged by how well I do that, in fact.

Plus, I’m married – been married to the same woman for 30 years, now – so obviously, given how much I like to do just on my own, I spend a lot of time thinking about how to promptly dispatch the things she assigns me to do (my “honey-do list”) so I can get back to doing the other stuff I’m in the middle of doing.

Of course, thinking isn’t the same as doing. But if you think about getting things done in the right way, it can actually help it happen more quickly, better, and with greater satisfaction. It really can. Some people refer to this advance experience of completion as “visualization”, but for me, it’s a lot more than that. It’s a full-system experience of the completion of a task that prepares me for the ultimate culmination far better than any visual-only approach can.

I’m short on time (I have a lot to do today), so I’ll leave it at this. But I have plenty more to say about getting things done – and what helps me most to do a whole lot more with my day than a lot of people manage in a week.