Schrödinger's Retirement
What day is it?
When I woke up this morning, I actually asked myself, “What day is it?”
Letting go of that angst about getting to work on a Monday morning has not been a natural thing for me.
Before you, dear reader, ask the question, “Did you retire?” The answer is “not yet,” although I am getting a serious glimpse into what retirement looks like.
Let’s just say I’m at a crossroads—a decision point—a bifurcation junction—a superposition of being both retired and not retired. I’m calling this era of my life Schrödinger’s retirement.
As with Shrödinger’s cat, who neither dies nor comes to life at the clarifying moment of observation—rather is discovered to have been dead or is still alive—you will at some point discover that you have been retired for some time.