I was in my young fifties when I decided to retire. I dreamt of lazy mornings, afternoon naps, endless hours of nothingness. But my husband warned me that the complete halt of my daily routine might be a total shock to my system. He understood I wouldn’t miss the stress, the commitments, or the harassments I was leaving behind in my old job, but what about the social aspect of my life, the challenge of learning something new on a daily basis, the pleasure I got from living an industrious life. I needed to ease into retirement, he said. I was going from working with thousands of people on a daily basis to just him for lunch. I was involved in the latest trends and information in my field. I liked working and being productive. He gently told me how much he loved having me at home, twenty-four/seven, taking care of our house, making him lunch and dinner, catching up on all the books and DVDs I had bought over the years and never taken out of their wrappers, BUT he was afraid i