What Do You Do For Fun In Retirement?

One of the great rewards of retirement is when you get there you can do what you want. Whatever you love, whatever you are most passionate about, whatever you have always wanted to try but never had the time, all await your undivided attention when you cross the retirement threshold.

I don’t think one really appreciates the nature of free time until you retire. While on the job any free time you may squeeze out of the day offers a brief taste, a momentary respite in an otherwise turbo world. In a flash you find yourself back on the treadmill quickly bidding adieu to that relaxed pressure free escape that too soon becomes but a memory.

As a retiree you are in the driver seat. As a retiree you set the pace that suits you best. As a retiree you have time for fun – finally. And now that you have all the time in the world, what do you do?

It is not always easy to effortlessly transition to a life where no one tells you what to do. Freedom might even feel a bit scary if you find you are at a loss over how to fill the hours.

Fear not – many have gone down the same road you now navigate. A little practice, a pinch of creativity, a willingness to step outside your comfort zone and you should soon find your second act all you hoped it to be – maybe even more.

What do people do for fun once they retire?

One regular LBR reader typically ends her correspondence with “keep on dancing.” Two years into retired life she explores opportunities to volunteer and engage with her community. Each day is a chance to try something new and her perpetual optimism fuels her journey.

A friend has become very involved with the quilting community in our area. She attends regular get-togethers, man’s booths at local events, and enjoys conversing with others similarly inclined. Plus she creates some truly beautiful quilts whether to decorate her own home or donate to worthy causes.

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My wife has a dedicated table (on wheels) set aside to build challenging jigsaw puzzles. She works on nothing less than 2000 pieces and has completed some majestic works. And once again proof it’s about the journey rather than the destination – once completed she calmly takes them apart and puts back in their box (after taking a picture of course).

One neighbor teaches a yoga class weekly out of her house. A handful of dedicated locals show up regularly to bend, stretch and meditate their way toward better lives.

Gardening is a wonderful way to feed your creativity while at the same time enjoying the outdoors. There is always something to do if you hope to keep things ship shape. And in the end efforts spent weeding, pruning, fertilizing and defending the crop from varmint’s results in beautiful flowers, tasty veggies and juicy fruit.

Along the lines of enjoying the outdoors taking a walk or hike through the neighborhood and surrounding parks is good exercise, puts you in contact with people around you and gives you a chance to ruminate as you take in nature. No planning is required – just head out the front door and start walking. You never know where you might end up.

My wife discovered the wonders of Pinterest on her iPhone. Each day she scans the site for new creative and tasty recipes to try out. Talk about a win-win situation! My favorite to date is the Pear Tart with powdered almond crust.

Another friend has become quite the bicycle rider. He is often seen wandering the back roads or slipping and sliding down mountain paths in local parks. Great exercise and he sure covers some ground.

My brother has set a goal to visit all the California Missions. His family joins him as they track down new locations near wherever they happen to be traveling. History, beautiful scenery and quality family time are rolled into one memorable outing.

The same brother feeds his passion for music by joining with a handful of similarly minded young-at-heart to play songs for friends and family. He still composes original works and I find there is nothing better than sitting in on a jam session to share his joy of music.

My dad has always loved going for an afternoon drive. The nearby Sierra Foothills offer unlimited views of gnarly old oak trees sprinkled across expansive rolling hills. And when the wild flowers are blooming there is no prettier spot on earth.

My Aunt Lydia took up oil painting later in life. With no formal training just because she enjoyed doing it she began putting on canvas colorful still life portraits as well as a multitude of scenic views. All family members have a picture or two from her gallery.

Have you ever felt the urge to write a story? Or perhaps document your family history for future generations? Retirement can offer the perfect opportunity to release the writer within you.

Our neighbors are avid bird watchers. They love spotting a new winged visitor in the trees and figuring out what the heck it is. They turned me onto a great app that helps identify unknown fliers by their size, colors, and even the song they sing. Check out Merlin from Cornell Lab.

My wife and I have incorporated a few games into our end-of-the-day agenda. Come 5:00 you can expect to see us sitting down on the patio engaged in a spirited battle of Gin Rummy, Backgammon or Dominoes. We find a little friendly competition helps get the juices flowing before dinner.

A few other options you might consider: learn a new language, learn to play a musical instrument, volunteer, become your own handyman, figure out your family tree, add a pet, travel, join a choir, try your hand at the art medium of your choice, learn to cook, start a business, buy/rent an RV and hit the road, babysit, be a mentor, and the list goes on.

Having fun in retirement is not so difficult. Of course you have to give yourself permission to do so. Occasionally you may feel slightly guilty having free time to do what you want while so many others struggle in the same old day to day grind. But remember you paid your dues. You survived the grind and this is your chance to make up for lost time. Now is your time to have fun.

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What I’ve Learned About Retirement as a 20-Something

Written by Holly Whitman

I’ve learned a lot in my 20s. Some of the lessons were important, some weren’t, and some were simply designed to make sure I didn’t make the same mistake twice. Throughout all of it, I’ve had one person whose advice was constant, even if it wasn’t always heeded: my mom. She taught me tons of things I never knew I needed, like how to cook a full meal with what seems like an empty fridge, how to change a flat tire without flagging down a cop and, of course, how to retire.

My mother has lived a very different life from me. She grew up with a classic ‘50s mom, a dad that led her to the state championship for rifle hunting and a single-income household. I, on the other hand, had two parents that worked, didn’t shoot a gun until I was 19 and had a mother who provided a strong leadership model.

She never settled for anything, never took the backseat to anyone for her own work and made sure her kids knew how to do the same.

Getting to Work

My mom was always a teacher. You probably know that teaching isn’t the most lucrative business to be in, but it was important for my mom to do. Honestly, the first lesson I had about retirement was that you shouldn’t base your life’s work on getting to an end destination. My mom would take me to Goodwill every year and buy shoes, socks, mittens and coats for kids at the inner city school where she taught.

Every year, she’d give them out to the ones who walked in with no coat in 20-degree weather. I got lucky with my mom. She knew the value of money, without overvaluing it. Come college, that was something that was always on my mind.

I also know that Mom and Dad created a plan early on. Once they were able to stop living paycheck to paycheck, they sat down and made decisions about how they would spend their money. They made a plan for retirement, and actually stuck to it. There was no winging it or floundering about — they set goals well in advance and they evaluated how they would reach them.

My mom still does that, asking me about setting retirement savings goals. She wants me to start saving earlier than she and my dad did, which makes sense. The earlier you can start saving, the easier it is, and the less you have to save each year. We do have some savings that are accruing interest for us, but we’re not looking at early retirement yet!

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Keep What Matters

My grandparents both survived the Great Depression. As a result, my mom knew how to keep things running, long past their expected death dates. So, when she bought a car in the ‘60s, she was able to keep it running, and running and running.

It’s a 1966 Chevrolet Camaro, which she could now sell for about $40,000 if she ever needed to. For a long time, especially when my siblings and I were teens, the car went to live with my grandparents, specifically to keep it safe. It’s the one thing my mom has allowed herself to have, no matter how poor they were, and she has become extremely protective of it.

She could sell it, of course, but it’s a throwback to her wild, pre-motherhood days. I think the memories in it are more important than the car itself. Now she has the time to enjoy it again and I love nothing more than seeing her pull into the driveway in the summer, with all the windows down and a huge smile on her face.

Trouble Comes Along

I’ve talked with my parents a lot. I know that, being the youngest, I pretty much got the best of what they had to offer, monetarily speaking. When my oldest brother was born, my mom was working part-time as a substitute teacher and my dad was working at a grocery store and finishing college at night. It took them another decade to establish themselves and get the ground solidly under their feet.

Neither of my parents saw the bubble of 2008 coming. When it did come, they used a large portion of their savings to pay off the rest of their house in under a year. My mom told me “We don’t know how far this will fall, but they won’t be able to take our home.” She had a plan in case things went wrong. They were caught off-guard, but not unprepared. Their rainy day savings were a lifeline in a very scary time.

That lesson was to plan for the unexpected. You never know when you’ll need it.

Save Room for Joy

My mom had a serious job that often involved confrontations with parents, children, the police and Child Protective Services. With all that going on, she sometimes needed to let off a little steam. So, she decided on another savings goal, in addition to retirement: a dream home. For that, she had to get a little creative. Literally. My mom sold paintings to help pay for her retirement dream home.

That was an easy lesson. If you want something, sometimes you have to have more than one job. My mom painted because that’s what she loved. She taught because that’s what she loved. She did things for joy, and found ways to make money while doing it. It was hard work, it was sometimes dirty and sad and scary, but it was important to her. And in the end, she said it was all worth it.

My mom hasn’t made my life a satin-smooth ride, but she did give me the life skills I needed to be successful. She taught me joy, gratefulness, gratitude and tenacity. She taught me about retirement, yes, but more than that, she taught me to live without waiting. Retirement will come, and I need to be ready, but not at the expense of now.