I’m looking at retirement. With great longing. It could happen in three years or less. Perhaps tomorrow or the end of this month, or this afternoon if the mood suddenly hits me. As soon as my work becomes too tedious to bear (and it’s hanging on the edge some days) I’m done.
So I cannot picture myself ever going back to school, at least not to any kind of formal in-classroom situation with text books and exams and assignment deadlines. Courses and classes for things here and there, doing oddball things that I love to do, with no great expectations – that’s about as serious as I’m likely to get in the education area at this point in my life.
I went back to school when I was 50, more in the pursuit of a bigger pay cheque than for any love of learning. It was difficult but the rewards were good. I feel no strong need or urge to repeat the process. But I’m kind of living proof that it’s never too late to go after the things you want.
Now I just want a homework free life, no research required. Nothing to memorize, nothing to prove.