This is AI generated summarization, which may have errors. For context, always refer to the full article.And there it is. 68. Three years after retirement. Old age. The fear of an ugly death, a prolonged illness, the reality of deteriorating cartilage. And they say, you are as young as you feel. As you know, the people who often say that are young.
The corporate family that occupied you five days a week, your best friend at work who listened to your problems over a morning coffee, your younger friends you had after-hours beer with and shared outings, conferences out of town… cut off in midstream so to speak. Just because of your age. Masterchef Australia taught me to cook. The community started selling veggies, fish, meat, even beer and wine – everything I needed, delivered to my doorstep.
Then, even worse, friends went back to work and I was left with the reality that I was retired and blocked from the life that I enjoyed just a couple of years ago. Downright cruel.