The joke between me and my husband is that my life goals for 10 years from now will be to be “retired, published, and a cat.” If self-publication counts, I already have one of these down, and I will never be a cat, but in 10 years I will be retired.
I will be 72, old enough that a retirement job will also be in the past. I will not be able to retire for another five years, so by 10 years from now, I will have been retired for 5 years. I hope I am as healthy as (or healthier than) I am now, and that I will still be writing. I will have time for more hobbies and perhaps a bit of travel. I see myself enjoying my time off.
I will not miss work much. Not that I don’t love my work, but I have done it for long enough that I need a change. I could use a change right now, but as I said before, I can’t retire for another five years.
I’m pretty sure I’ll be happy in 10 years.
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