Nadine J Walters – My Life

Question for myself: How does it feel to be just hanging out?

My answer: Honestly, it feels really good—indulgent even—except for one small interruption: my dog Andy, sitting beside me, squeaking his favorite toy directly into my ear. I’m not exaggerating—he’s right here, relentlessly working over his Chewbacca squeaker with no regard for personal space. No boundaries whatsoever. I’m not sure if he’s trying to share it with me, invite me to play, or just drive me a little bit nuts.

Finally, a sigh of relief—he’s given up the toy. Now, because I’m typing on my laptop, he’s flopped down across my lap like a sleepy toddler. That’s fine. He deserves a rest. He had a huge morning at the park romping around with his doodle buddies, and knowing he’s content makes me feel content too.

Today was a little less productive than earlier in the week. I checked a few things off the list—a walk, yoga class, tea with a friend, a dental appointment, and I finished a Ruth Ware novel (I do love a good thriller). I only placed a few brushstrokes on a painting and watched one short video from my CVP course. I kept myself busy, but it was that relaxed kind of busy. No pressure. No daily goals. Just hanging out.

And hanging out? It’s underrated. There’s something deeply satisfying about aimless doing—moving only when you feel like it. Maybe it’s a little like being a dog: play with your friends if they show up, go on a walk if someone grabs the leash, and offer up squeaky toys until you collapse in someone’s lap. What a life.

Retirement should be less about checking boxes and more about moments like this—quiet, cozy, unscheduled. Right now, I’m sipping a glass of Chardonnay and watching The 90s: The Vogue Era on Hulu. Just hanging out. And loving every minute of it.