retirement

Yesterday I had an interesting encounter at the regional post office. I went in a little biased, over many years the elderly couple had proven to be resistant to provide service that might take them out of their routine. A customer ahead of me asked the old lady behind the counter whether she would retire soon. The post mistress scoffed, complaining that the goal posts kept getting shifted *, before adding that she and her husband would gave to wait until they reached age 67. 

I was immediately shocked, the government policy to increase the pensionable age was over a decade old, my preservation age was also 67. This meamt that this grey lump of sadness was the same age as me. 

Fuck, I thought a) with her poor fitness and negative mindset, she will be lucky to make another five years, and b) am I the same age as her?!

I had a cure for her (that l kept to myself), to get out of that office and eat up your savings while you can. 

But of course this encounter and the way I interpreted it, said a lot about me and my current situation. Perhaps it was me that needed to run towards fun, stop waiting_& grab some joy & travel. 

This morning, I had some lyrics to a song replaying in my head: "and she's buying a stairway to heaven".