You know as in “Hey Babe, I am gonna re-tire the truck”. Right? Yeah, maybe somewhere. Or maybe to get
TIRED again as in “Hey Babe, after all them ribs and beer, I am tired as a
whipped possum, again.”
No, here is the actual derivation:
“1590s, "act of retreating," also "act of
withdrawing into seclusion," (1) So,
when you “retire” you withdraw into seclusion, right? You leave the field. You
retreat. You vanish without a trace. Well partners, that is really BullShit. Of
the first magnitude.
Having worked and hopefully
enjoyed most of the time doing so, you change directions and move out! You get
busy with all kinds of crap you didn't have time for during the “career” years.
You sleep less, work more, play more, move more (if you know what’s good for
you) and you just plain boogie. Retreat my ass. I had a friend many years ago,
Gus, who had a simple motto: Always move your piece forward. Another way to put it is to never give out and never give in, but, you can change your mind (2).
Changing your mind is what
retirement is, or should be, about. For an entire career, decisions are made
within the framework of the career. Retirement equals no career and no
framework. So decide one day to go to the beach, and on the way change your
mind and have a burger and a pitcher of IPA instead. Now that, pals, is what Retirement
is all about.
BRING IT ON, BABY, BRING IT
ON!!!
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1. http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=retirement
2. http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/billyjoel/shesalwaysawoman.html
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