In the middle of July 2019 I announced my intent to retire at the end of June 2020; nearly one year in advance. Some people thought that time frame a little excessive. Would I not be considered a lame duck for the entire year? What would this mean for my ability to lead? Yet I know my boss, the Superintendent of Schools, appreciated the long lead time. I was a department Director for a school district and sat on the Superintendent’s cabinet. This gave him plenty of time to find a replacement.
I had a plan for winding down my time in the school district. Get as many projects as I could completed (or at least underway) before I left. And start helping my husband with his business. Things were moving along nicely. I was very productive at my job while also helping my husband deliver in-person workshops around the state on weekends. I was a little overwhelmed but feeling good.
Then came March 15, 2020. That was the day the Governor of Minnesota announced that, due to the COVID-19 pandemic, the state was going into lockdown and school districts would start planning for distance learning. Students’ last day of in-person school would be March 17.
That changed everything. For everybody.
For me, as a school district employee, that meant stopping everything I was doing and refocusing on distance online learning and childcare for essential workers. It meant many daily meetings (virtual, from home), onslaughts of emails, sifting through pages and pages of Department of Health and Department of Education guidance that changed daily, checking in with my staff, checking in with others in my field, all while still trying to move some projects forward with the hope that school would reopen in the fall. It also meant that my husband’s in-person workshops (and therefore his business) came to an abrupt halt. Not that I would have been able to do them anyway – I had to work on weekends as well.
This went on for three and a half months – right up to June 30. Then on the morning of July 1, I woke up to – nothing. It was jarring to say the least. Don’t get me wrong – the weight of the stress lifted from my shoulders made me feel I was floating on air. I was happy to shed that weight. Yet I pride myself on being productive and I didn’t have any idea what to do.
Do – it’s a small word with a huge amount of baggage attached to it – at least for me. Does gardening count as doing? Does reading a book count as doing? Does cooking meals count as doing? Does going for walks count as doing? Does sitting and contemplating my life count as doing? Does it count as doing if I’m not earning money?
That last question gets to the heart of my dilemma. I have been a consistent earner since I got my first job at age 15, nearly 47 years ago. I took only four weeks off for each of my kids. I’ve never been laid off. I work; I earn money. That’s how I see myself. That’s been by design. My dad died leaving my mom a widow at age 53. She had not worked for pay since she was pregnant with me. Even though he left her with enough money to take care of herself, it hit me that it might not have been that way. What if he hadn’t left anything, and she had not been able to take care of herself? I vowed that I would ALWAYS be able to financially take care of myself and my family. I was 23 years old. And I fulfilled that promise to myself. The problem is I didn’t make any promises for what I would do in retirement.
It’s taken me nearly three months to start cutting myself a little slack. After all —we are in COVID times. The retirement life I visualized is not viable —at least for now. It’s time to start visualizing something different and, possibly even better. We are in a period of flux where things are changing for everyone. I can use this time to my benefit.
The concept is called liminal space. “The word “liminal” comes from the Latin root, limen, which means “threshold.” The liminal space is the “crossing over” space – a space where you have left something behind, yet you are not yet fully in something else. It’s a transition space.” (Alan Seale, Center for Transformational Presence) This time of pandemic could be considered a very long liminal space for me, and for everyone else.
It’s time to leave behind the idea that I need to earn money for money’s sake. Financially, my husband and I are in a good place. Between my pension, his Social Security and our savings, we can take care of our basic needs and then some. (Although I will admit that we need to earn money if we want to live an exciting life of travel – when we’re able to travel again.)
It’s time to explore what it would look like if I were truly doing something I loved to do. That means trying new things and further exploring familiar things. And it means shedding old ideas of what it really means to be productive and unpacking the word “do.”
When I was 23, I didn’t think to make a promise to myself for what my life would look like when I retired. And why would I? It was so far into the future. Now the future is here. One of my favorite sayings is “When is the best time to plant a tree? 20 years ago. When is the second best time? Today.” So today I make a promise that I will open my mind to the possibilities of what an actualized life really means for me.