All’s going great.
I’m well rested, have read many books, have exercised a lot, have traveled, have improved both my golf and pickleball skills, and have done a few home projects, to date.
My wife told me she has jokingly referred to me as being on a gap year, when some work colleagues have asked how my retirement was going.
Most define the gap year as a period of time dedicated to personal growth, gaining new skills, exploring other interests, and travel, usually between high school and college, or between college and graduate school.
Although, reportedly, gap years “started to gain significant traction in the 1980s and 1990s in the United States,” it was a concept that I, somewhat regrettably, never considered back in the day.
Over the years, I’ve met many young adults who have done a gap year, have both marveled at and, occasionally, have even been envious of some of their global life experiences, while also questioning if I would have had “the guts” to do many of the non-traditional and adventurous things they pursued at such a young age.
I finished high school at age 17 and was 30 by the time I finished college, medical school, family medicine residency, and a geriatric fellowship.
I immediately started practicing and retired at age 65.
I’m totally fine with her telling folks this is my gap year…just delayed taking it for 44-48 years.
Honestly, I suspect I’ll also be fine if she needs to say my gap years, beginning in 7 months from now.
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