Do you know what I’m thinking? I think we need a few extras in our lives, and I’m not talking about big fries or 80 inch flat screen TVs.
What I would like to see happen is far more important than these extras. As in Supersize large. I would like an additional decade to be put in place between our 60s and 70s. A sabbatical decade with no numbers to use after having stopped working but before officially retiring, much like the sabbatical year some people take. people after graduating from high school, but much longer.
But why, you ask, would anyone want to do this when retirement is supposed to be the start of the golden years? Who would want to take a decade off at this time?
Well, I could. Because the sabbatical decade I have in mind would come with a guarantee of no health problems and enough money to live, if not luxuriously, at least comfortably. Oh, and did I mention that for this decade of lag we would have a full package of health care without all this confusion of parts B, C, D, X, Y, and Z?
If the Sabbatical Decade doesn’t unfold, and let’s face it, unless God decrees it, it won’t – even full-time dreamers can see a brick wall when they encounter one – I have another more plausible. What if once a person reached a certain birthday, let’s just say 60, their working hours were automatically reduced to 32 hours per week instead of 40?
Health insurance and benefits would remain the same. The salary may drop slightly, but most 60-year-olds I know would be okay with that as long as the drop wasn’t too deep. Then, as your 62th birthday approaches, your hours decrease for another day and so on until you reach full retirement. You won’t need a decade off because you will have already taken all those days off and you will be soothed in your golden years with less stress and more rest.
For those of us who want to work forever, go for it. No penalties and nothing but respect and disbelieving looks from your less motivated peers.
Will this bright idea come to fruition? Probably not. My generation can’t seem to agree on the best condiment – Miracle Whip or Hellman’s – so there’s no way we’re all getting on board with phased retirement.
I have another thought which has nothing to do with retirement but rather focuses on safeguarding your sanity. Everyone knows that someone who makes your heart sink every time you meet them at the post office, the grocery store, etc. bean dip.
This person never seems to notice ice cream melting in your basket as they treat you to what they buy, what they plan to buy and what they want. strength buy if he finds another spinach soufflé discount coupon. After going through his shopping list in great detail, he then tells you about his first cousin’s hernia operation and the type of noise his dog made while sleeping, along with a video.
While you usually enjoy this person in small doses, you may feel your blood pressure rise as you berate yourself for not ending the conversation with a “Nice to see you, but I have to really run” and instead focus all the time. your mental energy. on the sending of telepathic messages directed between the eyebrows of the speaker, messages which are obviously never received.
Which brings me to my last extra. Wouldn’t it be great if someone invented a button that could be worn on a necklace or on a watch and when you press it your cell phone would ring and you could say, “Oops! I better have this! See you later!”
Of course, after using this trick a few dozen times, people in your universe might realize that you are up to something. But again, maybe not. Ignorant people tend to be, well, ignorant. Either that or incredibly passive-aggressive, I don’t know which one.
So these are the thoughts that have been rolling through my head lately. Because I’m more of an idea person than an actual productive human being, none of them will come to fruition. But they are certainly fun to think about.
Nell Musolf is a freelance writer based in Mankato. She can be reached at [email protected]