- Tension: A man retires with more than enough money, a supportive wife, and a blank calendar — and within three weeks feels like he’s drowning in open air.
- Noise: We treat retirement as a math problem — optimize the portfolio and the rest fills in — while ignoring that work secretly provided the one thing humans can’t live without: the daily architecture of mattering to someone.
- Direct Message: Retirement isn’t an arrival — it’s a departure from the web of obligation that quietly told you who you were. Surviving it requires building structural relevance before the scaffold of work disappears.
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The first Monday was perfect. Gary Ostrowski, 62, woke up at 8:15 in his house in Naperville, Illinois — no alarm — made a full breakfast instead of grabbing a protein bar at his desk, and sat on the back porch watching two cardinals fight over the feeder. He’d spent 34 years as a logistics manager for a distribution company outside Chicago. He had $1.2 million saved, a pension, Medicare kicking in soon, and a wife who told him she was excited to finally have him around. He had a loose plan: read more, maybe learn woodworking, take a few trips. His calendar was gloriously, deliberately empty.
By week three, he was sitting in his car in the Menards parking lot at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday, not because he needed anything, but because he didn’t know where else to go…