Redisovering Myself: The start of a sudden Retirement

Tag: bread

  • “Sourdough and Serenity: Finding Joy in Baking After Retirement”

    what happens when you say goodbye to your 9-to-5 and hello to endless possibilities? For many of us, it’s like flipping a switch—suddenly, retirement feels like a VIP pass to creativity. But why do we find ourselves wanting to channel our inner Martha Stewart, Joanna Gaines, and Betty Crocker all at once?

    The Call to Baking

    Take me, for example. I never had the slightest desire to bake bread until one Sunday afternoon when I stumbled upon an article about a clever sourdough storage solution. In that moment, I was up and in the kitchen, searching for items to make homemade bread. Now, I’m immersed in baking artisan loaves and experimenting with decadent banana bread and homemade pies. Who knew that I had this inner culinary explorer waiting to make her grand debut? It’s as if I’ve tapped into a hidden potential, inspired by the abundance of time that retirement offers. I’m fondly reminded of my mother teaching 4-H cooking classes, where shared passions fueled my love for cooking and creativity.

    Rediscovering Family Traditions

    As I dust off my mixing bowls and measure flour, baking quickly transforms from a simple activity into an artistic expression. But let’s not stop there. Suddenly, my home feels like it’s crying out for a makeover worthy of an Instagram influencer. Every room is filled with creative possibilities, and every color scheme seems to beckon me.

    I remember when I first started writing this blog—I couldn’t quite grasp the fascination with sourdough starters and the trend of naming them (“Why name your bread like it’s your pet?”). However, my skepticism was put to the test when I learned that you can store a sourdough starter while on vacation, allowing it to be fed and cared for in your absence. Yes, folks, you can relax on the beach while your sourdough gets the love it needs!

    This revelation made me fully realize how deep the connection to baking goes for many retirees. It’s not just about the bread; it’s about the experience, the joy of creating something fundamental, and perhaps even the desire to reconnect with childhood memories of togetherness in the kitchen. Each loaf I bake is not just a product; it’s a journey that reconnects me with family traditions that once brought us together.

    Creating a Home Sanctuary

    So, why this sudden transformation? Maybe it’s the newfound freedom that comes with retirement. We finally have the luxury of time to rekindle old hobbies or adopt new ones—to step into the world of homesteading and cultivate skills that take us back to simpler times. My taste buds tingle with excitement from my latest baking endeavors, and I can feel my creative vision bubbling over!

    But it’s not just me enjoying this culinary renaissance—my daughter and granddaughters are the lucky recipients of all this baked goodness! Hearing how they savor my latest creations fills my heart with joy. Baking has become a delightful way to bond with them. I often find myself reminiscing about the times when they were little and eager to bake cookies, especially during our holiday baking sessions. Those cherished moments of laughter, flour-covered hands, and the sweet aroma wafting through the house are treasures that weave our family closer together.

    Share Your Stories

    As we navigate this new chapter, let’s remember that embracing our newfound hobbies—whether that means baking, redecorating, or nurturing a sourdough starter—can add immense joy and fulfillment to our lives. I invite you—whether you’re baking bread, redecorating a room, or simply trying something new—to share your stories in the comments. How are you exploring new passions in retirement?

    Let’s channel our inner Martha, Joanna, and Betty, and make our homes (and kitchens) reflections of our passions and creativity. Together, we can inspire one another and create a vibrant community celebrating this exciting phase of life.

    Here’s to baking, decorating, and discovering ourselves anew! Don’t forget to subscribe for upcoming posts where I’ll share favorite recipes and tips for transforming your space into a personal sanctuary. After all, retirement is not just an end; it’s a delightful beginning of exploration and possibility!

  • The Fist Month

    The first month of 2025 has been, to put it mildly, a plot twist I didn’t see coming. I always assumed retirement would be a gentle, well-planned transition—maybe I’d take up knitting, travel the world, or become a professional napper. Instead, life yanked the rug out from under me, and I found myself staring at the great unknown, wondering, “Now what?”

    You see, my “retirement” wasn’t exactly voluntary. I quit my job—not for a grand adventure, but because the workplace had devolved into something out of a reality TV show where the boss was the reigning champion of “Bully-in-Chief” who thrived on intimidation, while a select group of favorites seemed to glide through work unscathed, bending rules with a smirk and a well-placed compliment. ” The daily specials included workplace drama, passive-aggressive emails, and a side of endless overtime, with unfinished work haunting my evenings and weekends like a bad sitcom rerun. I often fantasized about flipping my desk in dramatic protest, but in the end, I settled for the more responsible option: walking away before I lost my sanity. And just like that, I was free… sort of.

    The first couple of weeks was a blur of what my husband affectionately calls “rage cleaning”—a full-throttle attack on every speck of dust and misplaced item in my house. Picture me, wielding a vacuum like Thor’s hammer, shouting battle cries at stubborn grout stains. Every forgotten pile of clutter met its doom, every dusty surface trembled in fear. If nothing else, I was determined to scrub my way into a sense of control.

    But once the house was sparkling, (though lets be honest, not exactly sparkling) reality set in. What now? I still woke up early, out of sheer muscle memory, only to remember there was nowhere I needed to be. My biggest morning decision became whether to put on real clothes or stay in what I now lovingly call my “all-day lounge uniform.” (Spoiler alert: the lounge uniform wins every time.) Retirement, so far, felt less like freedom and more like playing hooky from life—minus the thrill of sneaking around.

    My husband handled retirement differently. When his plant shut down, he seamlessly transitioned into tinkering with cars, fixing things around the house, and embracing the great outdoors. Meanwhile, I was busy contemplating whether I should finally learn how to bake bread or just continue buying it like a normal person. Turns out, some people actually name their sourdough starters and treat them like beloved pets. Honestly, I’m both intrigued and slightly alarmed by this level of commitment to fermented dough.

    Before retirement, my schedule was packed. I was either shuttling my grandkids to activities, cheering them on from the sidelines, or caring for my aging parents. My job title could have been “Grandma-Uber,”. Later, after my parents passed, I became the family archivist, sorting through decades of memories and deciding which distant cousin deserved the vintage cookie jar. My days were full, dictated by the needs of others. And now? Now it’s just me, an open calendar, and a very clean house.

    The question of “Now what?” is bigger than I expected. It’s not just about what to do with my time—it’s about rediscovering who I am beyond my career, beyond my responsibilities. But maybe, just maybe, I don’t have to figure it all out immediately. Maybe I can take my time—try a part-time job, revisit old hobbies, or discover something entirely new. (Though I draw the line at forming emotional attachments to dough.)

    What I’ve learned in this first month is that self-discovery isn’t about having a flawless plan. It’s about patience, curiosity, and embracing the unknown. Whether it’s rage cleaning or contemplating the mysteries of sourdough, every small step counts.

    So, to those of you who have retired—or are thinking about it—how did you navigate the transition? Did you dive into new hobbies or stumble into a new routine? Share your wisdom! Let’s try and figure this out together—one day (and maybe one questionable sourdough experiment) at a time.