When did you know it was time to retire even though you loved working?
When my clients stopped calling me, and when small tasks such as going to the grocery or barber became the major events of the day.
A caveat: I am a one-person business who loves his boss (me), his clients (execs with a heart and checkbook), and his work (writing and teaching).
I know a few friends who are employees who can say the same, but most can’t.
A confession: I haven’t retired all the way, and wonder if retirement is akin to pregnancy in that you are or aren’t with no in-between waffling. At a spry 89 slogging with the lightning speed of a sloth toward 90, I still write books, am active in my publishing company as an unpaid consultant and acquisition editor, and coach an architect/friend how to write letters, proposals, and reports that sell her creative services. If that sounds as if I am busy, I assure you that I’m not. I have time to nap and to savor a good wine with friends of similar palate. My doctor and bartender approve.
I also have time to count my blessings that, frankly, are too numerous to count. I hope that you face the same dilemma.