My plan was to retire in October 2020. I had composed my letter of resignation to my boss. I began the process of cleaning out my house. I planned to live abroad for a year.
Then COVID-19 hit. I wasn’t exactly expecting a global pandemic, but as a continuity of operations planner, I knew the world was overdue for such an event. Lucky me; it decided to appear the year I planned to retire. Since a big part of my retirement plan included travel, and travel was restricted, so were my retirement plans. No retirement for me in 2020; so far, 2021 isn’t looking too good either.
On the bright side, I got a promotion and a few extra dollars to go along with it. It’s a job I’ve always wanted to do and one I actually suggested to my boss. I should be really happy. But I’m not. I’m not unhappy, just restless. It took me while to figure out that I was not dissatisfied but merely restless.
Turns out I’m not alone.
Many people are feeling this same way. Even people, like me, who enjoy being in their own space are feeling closed in. I can only imagine how the extroverts who are used to being on the go are dealing with staying at home. I’m afraid I’m going to turn into one of those people who mold into their recliner who only come out for meals and bedtime. I don’t want to be one of those people.
I’m not a decorator, so although my house needs it, I don’t feel like updating it. I’m too tired after work to thoroughly clean the house. My dog is too old to take on a walk.
I’m in a funk. I did not know one could be restless and in a funk at the same time, but it’s how I feel.
I just need to focus each day on getting something done that moves me closer to retirement, which will come some day when all this COVID is behind us and the world it open again. Until then, I will continue to plod along in my restless funk.
kathryndstokes 