Happy Retirement? Not Yet.

Happy Retirement Card

The shelf above my entertainment center could barely contain all the thoughtful retirement cards given to me by co-workers, family, and friends.  Each one celebrated my achievement of 41 years of full-time work and painted the next chapter of my life to be nothing but positive.  One card’s cover said, “Happy Retirement!”  The inside asked, “Is there any other kind?”   After my first month and a half of retirement, I can say, YES, there is.

No one tells you in the period leading up to retirement that there can be difficult and dark moments after leaving a career, especially if you loved your job and workplace, like I did.  My coworkers only lauded the perceived advantages of retirement, some expressing wistful envy that they couldn’t join me.  Even the retirees I spoke to prior to ending employment painted a rosy picture of a “liberated” phase of life, telling me that I was going to love it.

And they weren’t completely wrong.  My body and mind are grateful to approach my days with a relaxed pace, rather than pushing myself to the brink physically and mentally to meet the stressful demands of work.  I have been exercising regularly, something I never found time to do while employed.  I’ve had more time to connect with my church community, spend time with old friends, and explore new friendships.  I’ve started reading for pleasure again, something I never wanted to do after staring at a work computer all day.  And this blog post is the first time I’ve been inspired to write non-work content in many years, perhaps an indication that the writer in me is reawakening. All great things!

BUT.  

The major life transition of going from sixteen years of meaningful work with my final employer to staring at a still mostly empty calendar also brings struggles that are anything but happy.  

My retirement ushered in a season of deep grief and isolation, compounded by living alone.  I am grieving the loss of purpose and belonging that my job provided.  Most of all, I miss the daily connections with cherished coworkers with whom I shared both work and life.  I have cried as heavily as I did after other major life losses, including the death of loved ones.  Even though I still feel welcomed and appreciated when I enter my former workspace, I am acutely aware that I am no longer an insider and they have moved on without me.

I’ve been quite transparent with friends, family, and co-workers about my struggles during this transition.  Many people have been kind and supportive, but I’ve also sensed an awkward discomfort from those who simply can’t fathom that retirement could be anything but happy.  When they check in a few weeks later and I’m still struggling, they seem even more uncomfortable, giving the subtle impression that I should be “over it” by now.  The high achiever part of me is tempted to agree with them and put pressure on myself to figure it out, which only makes things worse.

The one group of people who seems to “get it,” however, are retirees.  While I was still working, all they talked about was how great retirement would be.  But when I pull them aside now and tell them how I’m struggling, a veil comes down and many quietly reveal they went through similarly painful transitions.  For some, it took many months—even years, to find a new rhythm, purpose, and joy in their retired season.  But most have gotten there—and that gives me hope. 

The grief and loneliness I feel as a new retiree are real – and it is an uncomfortable space to live in.  However, I have faith that my sadness will eventually be replaced with fresh purpose and belonging. I’m learning that the more I let go of past life patterns, the more capacity I have to receive new things. One of my prayers has been, “Help my heart to be open to all You have for me.”

In this time of waiting, healing, and discovery, the most important thing I can do is to keep trusting God, each step of the way.  As one of my favorite scripture verses says, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding.  In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.”

Dying Peacefully

Apparently David Bowie did it.  The New York Times reported on January 11, 2016 that the rock icon “died peacefully.”

In fact, I’ve noticed that the phrase “died peacefully” crop ups up frequently in eulogies and obituaries.  “John Doe died peacefully, surrounded by his family.”  So perhaps it shouldn’t have taken me so off-guard when someone leaned in and probed, “Did your dad die peacefully?” 

I stood there dumbstruck, unsure how to answer.   I had just come through a grueling nine days of bedside vigils.  I wasn’t sure what the intent of the question was – did he want to know whether my dad looked serene at the actual moment of death?  Was he grasping to find out if my father’s dying process was comfortable and “easy?”  Was he somehow trying to ease the sting of his own grief by receiving an affirmative answer?

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Happily Ever Single

th2VVPPJUT“Maybe you’re the girl thinking you’ll end up alone.”  These lyrics from “Someone Worth Dying For” by Mikeschair still make me cringe when I hear the song come on the radio.   While the overall message of the tune ultimately has good intentions, it sadly puts singleness on a short list of worst-case scenarios.

I’ve seen an unhealthy fear of singleness drive many women (and some men) to a desperate pursuit of marriage.   This was especially true when my peers were in their 20’s and 30’s.   When I parted ways with a guy I was dating in college, I remember him gasping, ‘Will I EVER get married?” He was 21, and the next gal he dated said, “I do.”   When I was 39, I received a note from a friend in her early thirties. In it she described her plan to lasso a man. Clearly forgetting my age, she stated emphatically: “I will NOT be 40 and single.” She was not.

I, on the other hand, breezed into my fourth decade decidedly unmarried. Surprisingly, I did not turn into a pumpkin, a reclusive cat-lady, or whatever other fate-worse-than death scenario people believe will happen if you don’t marry by a certain age. Now in my mid-fifties, I can testify that remaining single is nothing to be feared or avoided at all costs. That’s why it concerns me that there is still a subtle, yet prevailing attitude that singleness is an inferior destiny – or worse, abnormal. Continue reading

Trusting God in the Dark

 

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It felt like the walls were closing in. A dim, recessed bulb cast a faint ray of light from the ceiling. The only other illumination was the eerie glow from the high-tech machine just used to perform a test on me. I was alone, lying on a paper-covered exam table. A white towel covered the suspect part of my body and a medical gown barely covered the rest.

The unsmiling technician had routinely performed the test without emotion, lending neither comfort nor revelation. “I’m going to get the doctor to discuss the findings,” was all she said as she closed the door behind her.

I knew the specialist could walk in and announce that I had a deadly disease. I had waited weeks for this test after an earlier exam revealed something suspicious. Only in my thirties, fear clutched at my throat as I tried to brace myself for what could be the worst news of my life. I instinctively began praying: “God—where are you? Please help me not to be afraid. Please help me feel your peace.” Fear’s grip didn’t loosen, and I felt utterly alone. I prayed with more determination. “God, you say that you will never leave or forsake us. Please take away this fear!” Still, the calming sense of peace I cried out for refused to permeate the sterile environment.

The doctor arrived, and though he delivered good news, joy escaped me. I was exhausted from feeling as if I had borne the stress alone. And I was hurt and confused because God had not responded the way I thought he should. For several days afterward my faith was shaken. But gradually I began to see that the rattling was for my own good. My concept of God was being jostled right out of its tiny box.

After being a Christian for many years, I thought I knew God. I thought I could predict how he would respond to my cries for help. My experience in the exam room reminded me that God is much bigger than my understanding. While I rest secure in His goodness, faithfulness, and grace, His ways will always be higher than mine. “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the Lord” (Isaiah 55:8). He is all-knowing and all-powerful, and does what he deems best, even if at the moment it might not feel comfortable or “safe.”

C.S. Lewis captured this aspect of God in hisAslan portrayal of Aslan, the character who represents Christ in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Mr. Beaver describes Aslan to the four children: “Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great Lion.” “Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.” “That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver; “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.” “Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy. “Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

As I grappled with the dual concepts of God’s goodness and his untamable nature, some of the peace I craved in that dark room showed up. I learned that I cannot approach God with a vending machine mentality (insert prayer, immediately receive the answer to my specifications). I now realize that even though God didn’t instantaneously take away my fear when I asked Him to, it didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Psalm 34:15 confirms that “The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and his ears are attentive to their cry.” He was there even when I couldn’t “feel” him.  He was there even when he didn’t act the way I thought he should. He heard my cry for help—but in his wisdom he allowed me to experience a situation that stretched my faith.   I learned the important lesson that I can never control God—only trust him.

In his book, “Knowing God,” J.I. Packer states, “We may be frankly bewildered at things that happen to us, but God knows exactly what he is doing and what he is after. Always, and in everything he is wise. We shall see that hereafter even where we never saw it here. Meanwhile, we ought not to hesitate to trust his wisdom even when he leaves us in the dark.”

Like he did with me, in that exam room. It was right where I needed to be.