Isa at kalahating taon na retired

One and a half years into retirement, I’m still finding my footing.

Most mornings, I take my walk, do a bit of stretching, and then allow the day to unfold on its own. No schedule, just the quiet flow of whatever God allows. And perhaps that’s part of the lesson, that when life finally slows down, our eyes begin to see the blessings we once walked too fast to notice.

But even in this calm rhythm, old worries still knock on the door. Sometimes I wonder whether my savings will truly be enough. Maybe I’m just overthinking, maybe I’m not. Some days, I feel a tug to start something again, another business, another project, just to put all my experiences to good use. Other days, I feel God whispering that this season might simply be for resting, listening, and healing parts of me that were tired for years. I still don’t know which direction is right.

And then there are my grown up children. Will they live a good life? Are they ready for the world ahead? How can I guide them without carrying their journey for them? These questions don’t fade with age, they only become deeper.

One unexpected gift in this season is that I finally found the motivation to open the Bible my former colleague Gerald gave me on my last birthday, the one in bigger font so my senior eyes can read with comfort. I’ve been going through it page by page, slowly, with much interest. I finished Genesis, and now I’m halfway through Exodus. And somehow, the stories feel different now, more alive, more relevant, more humbling.

Through all these reflections, one truth quietly anchors me, God has never failed to guide me, not in my long working years, not in raising my family, and not in this uncertain but peaceful chapter of retirement.

So I walk, I write, I pray and I read your comments. Your stories remind me that I’m not alone in figuring out what comes after the busy years. We’re all students of life, still learning, still adjusting, still hoping.

And maybe that’s enough for now.

“Maybe I don’t have everything figured out, but I hold on to the quiet hope that the same God who guided me before will gently lead me again.”