This week I have, as an observer, been attending a meeting on subjects that used to fill my life at work.  The experience caught me up in a rich mélange of thoughts and emotions, nostalgia and relief. 

Re-connecting with former colleagues and meeting newcomers to the field made me wistful for good working relationships; during my career, I loved sharing goals with people I enjoyed and respected.  My pulse quickened with stories about land-management challenges;  learning from tough times and growing to meet the demands of the job were exciting aspects of full-time work.   

At first I wanted to jump in, roll up my sleeves, and help.  But as the list of challenges unfurled and grew, and grew again; I wearied and gave thanks that the job now belongs to someone else. Sitting in a windowless room for hours on end with too few breaks and overzealous air conditioning reminded me to appreciate my new life.  As an observer, I could take my own break without risking offense.  I could check my email without violating agency culture.  I could go home after the lunchtime speaker to nap with the cat and enjoy the view from my favorite recliner instead of sticking it out to the bitter end.

The option of retiring with adequate income is a blessing I never take for granted.  This week's close encounter with the content and spirit of a career I loved gave me even more reason to be thankful. Nearly 40 years in the workforce encouraged me to develop and contribute skills toward values in which I believe.  Retirement allows me to apply those skills in different ways.  I can set a schedule that makes time for reflection, physical fitness, rest, and friendship as well as service and productivity.  I can focus on my passions without applying the filter of pay. I can work at pace that ebbs and flows when conditions change. 

This week I indulged in a delightful trip down memory lane.  I was caught up in the vicarious experience of watching others walk the path I followed for so long.  I celebrate their skills and their passion and give thanks for their willingness to accept the baton and carry it with pride.  I release the urge to deal again with those particular challenges;  life has offered me new ones that fit me better now.   

What do changing times mean for you?  How do you know when it's time to release the past and catch onto something new?