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What does “retire”mean? Why does it carry a negative connotation? I have worked hard throughout my life and am now thinking about my future retirement, but why is it dragging me down? I am twelve years away but it’s on my mind. Constantly. Is it because my child will be leaving our safe and cozy home to start college? Is it because I will no longer be needed? Have I run out of things to do? Hah! For years, I’ve seen seeing elderly working in retail, including fast food chains and wonder if they’re doing it to pass time, make extra money or there to feel relevant. Some say they’re entering the “next chapter” of their life as if life is made up of chapters and age is irrelevant. How many chapters do we get? This is indeed a first world problem.

We live in a society where age defines us. Just take a walk outside your home. Stop in Walgreen’s or your local supermarket. Notice most magazines about fashion, lifestyle and just about every other subject depict the younger generation. I’ve been cognizant of this for years and feared that all I have to read for fun will be Reader’s Digest when my time came for retirement (nothing against the publication, really – it is a wonderful product). Fortunately, there’s Oprah, Ariane and Martha. These powerhouses are sharing ideas publicly and I’m forever grateful. Of course there are tons of bloggers and while their publications may not be jumping out at you in store aisles, if you search, you shall find.

My husband considers retirement to be two things: “ultimate relaxation and pleasure” and “one step closer to death.” He says, “When I hear the word retirement, more and more I wish I could retire ASAP, I don’t want to be old and have health issues. Although I like my job, the thought of having to commute to Manhattan everyday is taxing.” I query, “Is the commute the main issue?” He replies that he wouldn’t be so eager to retire and wouldn’t mind working for a few more years but for the commute. Wow, I never knew that was an obstacle for him.  To me, it’s not the commute at all. It’s being free to wake up whenever, to then do whatever, without any deadlines.

Merriam-Webster online provides multiple definitions for “retire,” some made me ponder:

  • to withdraw from action or danger : retreat
  • to withdraw especially for privacy
  • to move back : recede
  • to withdraw from one’s position or occupation :  conclude one’s working or professional career
  • to go to bed
  • to start the next chapter (my addition to Merriam-Webster’s definition)

You see, it’s all very negative, sad, dark, leading to an end … especially the 4th bullet, “to withdraw from one’s position or occupation :  conclude one’s working or professional career.” Withdraw as in backing out the way you entered, as if you made an error. How about conclude one’s career. I know it is true, but why does it make me feel distraught, anxious. It seems unfair.

In Asia, the elderly are fiercely respected. My parents enforced the notion everyday with me and my 6 siblings. So this brings me some comfort but how does that manifest into our lives. What does that look like? All this leads me to say this is a work in progress. And why I chose to explore the subject, but instead of “retire,” I decided to name my blog, “ipauhana.” Pau hana is Hawaiin for “the time after work, a time for relaxation, informal socializing with friends and family, and enjoyment. Work is finished.” I was so happy to learn this phrase; for whatever reason, it made me smile and the doom just flew away. More to come.

 

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The Early Years

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We called it PS 139; it’s now the Alex Fenty School. Ooh la la. I also called our neighborhood Flatbush, but now it’s known as Ditmas, Kensington, or … I can’t keep it straight. Funny, I was 5 when we arrived in the US and didn’t speak a word of English. Not knowing better, I spoke to my friends in Chinese. Hahahahaha. Mrs. Hacker, my kindergarten teacher, was such a nice, warm person; she welcomed me and made me fit right in! I owe it to her for making me return each day. I was such a happy kid. What happened …

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Plants Obsession

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Not quite sure when this all happened. I’ve always been interested in gardening with my mom, but I am now a bit obsessed. I guess it started a few years ago and with Pinterest, my interest has peaked. There are many apps available to identify plants, within minutes to a few hours (experts have busy lives and aren’t always checking in so you just have to patiently wait when one of them is free to check out your photo). No need to waste time researching, hah! Just take a shot of your new little friend and shoot it over to a horticulturist. I now have 2 favorite apps in my arsenal.

This past weekend, I had to return something to IKEA. Of course, a trip to IKEA is worthless without a stop to the plants department. My heart starts palpitating as I approach the department. What’s great is one need not walk through the maze to reach it – it’s always in the last space of Marketplace, right before the inventory section and cashiers. I lucked out! New monsterias arrived (only 6 left)!! The first time I purchased this plant was about a year ago and I’ve basically killed it, though it’s recovering nicely, save the gnats which I’m catching with this nifty light product Fly Web and those yellow sticky tabs. Another shipment of cacti was also in store, along with tons of succulents, which many swarmed over. I strategically collected my lot and carefully guarded my cart. I was happy though I worried about the space I lacked in our house : )

I have amassed over 27 plants in the house now, but who’s counting. They need daily care, which can be demanding. Fortunately, my husband and son are wonderful and don’t bother me about the gnats that sometimes fly around their heads, hee, hee. They see how happy I am and love that.

 

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Plants Taking Over

The plants are slowly taking over … it first started out as an interest, a very healthy hobby, if you will. Then the obsession crept in. Presently, there are over 40 plants in our little abode. Not a bad thing, but the upkeep is quite time-consuming!