My first retirement, aged 60, lasted eight months, the first six of them spent travelling, the next two bored witless.
I planned more for the second retirement at 65 - set up a volunteering gig doing something interesting, mapped out some travel, acquired an allotment, gloried in the idea of having enough time to tackle a few more long-distance paths…. Instead of any of that, I’ve had two long-lasting mobility destroying injuries, and now hip arthritis, which have gradually trashed my sense of self along with my cherished active lifestyle. I almost ripped the head off some well-meaning person who told me I should think myself lucky I can walk at all a couple of weeks back (even though I know they were right).
Not sure what the point of that self-pitying whine is, really, because it certainly wasn’t meant to be ‘count your blessings’ - it was more to say ‘carpe diem’, I suppose. I think what has helped me is consciously thinking about what I miss, emotionally and physically, and what might replace those things. While I’m not there yet, I’m certainly doing better than I was even six months ago.