Don't think of retiring from the world until the world will be sorry that you retire. I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drives into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him come out as I do and bark.
— Samuel Johnson
Only now has it occurred to me: I launched a new business in the midst of the pandemic.
Call me crazy.
Speaking of which, last week I wrote about life's brevity in my new blog, also launched during the pandemic.
Frankly, fears about mortality—not income—drive me to succeed in my "encore" venture as a still life painter. (Certainly income's a driver, too; otherwise, I'd be neck deep in a hobby.)
Behavioral scientist Richard Johnson calls retirement a path on which "we are called to become more interesting, more curious, more personal, more diverse, and more meaningful in all that we do."
All that is true, but fails to pay respect to the "inner hound."
How about you?
Who's your inner hound?
Will you sit and growl?
Or come out and bark?
