I never thought I could really enjoy being retired. I thought of myself mostly as someone who thrived in the thick of things. After 24 years of military service I became a civilian Nursing Home Administrator, and over the next several years ended up as a Vice President of a major health care corporation, supervising a dozen nursing homes. But when I hit age 70, and my company merged yet again with another to form an ever larger organization, I felt less and less in control or able to make a real difference, plus I wondered if I had already waited too long. I was asked to continue in a temporary role when needed, or to do some consulting work, but I decided to totally chuck it and never think about work again. Its been almost nine months since I retired and I have not once thought that I wished I were still at work (although drawing a paycheck still would be nice).
I sleep as late as I feel like (which rarely is later than about 6:30 AM), sit with my coffee at the internet, go to the gym, go shoot or ride my motorcycle and visit the grandkids whenever THEY are available. There's not much to be said positively about aging, with the aches and pains and realization that we are not immortal and that I am moving toward the end of the line, but if you get to retire, aging is not too bad. I do what I want, when I want, and other than being a bit more careful with money, life is pretty damn good. And also having five kids, 10 grandkids and a great woman as my wife for the past 48 years makes me a pretty lucky guy.