Several years ago when I told my friends I
wanted to quit, most of them did not believe I was serious. Some thought I was seeking
attention. A few closer ones acknowledged my intention but asked me to work out
a retirement plan before I leave the resignation letter on the boss’ desk. Of
course, I didn’t have one and still haven’t got one yet. They reassured me that
my job wasn’t bad; I only needed to look after myself and find time to have fun.
These were excellent advice, I thought, but where did I find that sort of time.
Honestly, I may not know how to use it even if it were found.
