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Retirement: Disowning, Downsizing, Trimming
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Cultivating Calm: A Retiree’s Reflection on Gardening, Growth, and Letting Go

This morning, I stepped out into the backyard to check on my vegetables and found a small, unexpected triumph — a single bloom on one of the plants. I tried not to get too sentimental; after all, I’m still a beginner gardener. This isn’t about harvests yet, or self-sufficiency. It’s about learning — how to germinate seedlings, propagate cuttings, manage soil and water. Mostly, it’s about paying attention.
So far, I’m doing all right. None of my plants have died — a small miracle given my history. My moringa’s leaves are yellowing, probably from overwatering, a rookie mistake. Root rot is real. I’m cutting back.
What worries me more than losing plants is losing interest. I have a habit of moving on too quickly — starting one hobby, then chasing another before the first has had a chance to grow. I once likened myself to a businessman who opens a clothing shop, then immediately plans an ice-cream parlor. Enough of that. This time, I’m aiming for something new: not expansion, but consolidation.
The Illusion of Endless Options
Retirement offers a strange sort of freedom. The horizon opens up — travel, cooking, learning new skills, even starting a business. There’s a seductive belief that now, finally, there’s time for everything. But if I’m not careful, I could end up busier than ever — a thousand half-finished projects instead of one full life.
I’ve noticed how easy it is to get swept into distraction. I scroll through reels, buy small gadgets online, and tell myself they’ll fill some gap — a $7 air-conditioner spray here, a kitchen tool there. None of it costs much, but over time it adds up, financially and emotionally.
When I was still working, I didn’t have time for any of this. My days were tightly scheduled — work, rest, repeat. Even when I went back to university in my fifties for an IT degree, I was too busy with coding projects and exams to care about social media. I didn’t even know what Facebook was until years later.
Now, I post nearly every day — often about nothing special. I make short videos, greet people on their birthdays (some of whom I barely know), and spend hours online. It all began three years ago when I started experimenting with video editing, making little reels of my travels to Manila. Soon I was hooked.
I used to feel smug about not using social media — the kind of person who could build an app like Facebook, not use it. But here I am, a willing participant. Still, I draw a line. I won’t post just to feed algorithms. I understand how the system works — data is the fuel of the digital world — but I’d rather not surrender every moment of my life to it. Some things, I keep just for myself.
From Accumulating to Editing
In many ways, my gardening mirrors something larger: the art of letting go. After a lifetime of building — careers, homes, relationships — we reach a point where more no longer feels like progress. Retirement, I’ve realized, isn’t just about having time; it’s about learning what to do with less.
Psychologists call it Socioemotional Selectivity Theory — the idea that as we age and become more aware of time’s limits, we naturally focus on what matters most: emotionally meaningful activities and relationships. Another model, Selective Optimization with Compensation, puts it simply: choose what matters, optimize your energy for it, and adapt to change. In essence, we learn to prune our lives the way we prune plants — gently, deliberately, to let the healthiest branches thrive.
The Power of a Smaller Life
Research supports this shift. Studies show that retirees who downsize from large family homes often experience mixed emotions — nostalgia at first, then relief. Gerontologist Beth Luborsky found that wellbeing improves when new living spaces “fit” a person’s physical and social needs: single-level layouts, nearby friends, manageable costs.
Even clutter affects health. UCLA researchers discovered that messy homes can elevate cortisol levels — the body’s stress hormone. A 2017 Japanese study found that older adults who spent just a few structured hours decluttering reported better sleep and greater calm. It turns out tidying up isn’t only about space — it’s about serenity.

How to Trim Without Regret
Start with your stuff.
Try the “Five Box Method”: Keep, Gift, Donate, Recycle, Sell. Work in 45-minute bursts to avoid decision fatigue. For sentimental things, do a “legacy sort” — choose a dozen objects that tell your story and pass them on now, while you can still share their meaning. What you’re giving isn’t clutter; it’s connection.
Then, the space itself.
That family home with its empty rooms and fading echoes may no longer fit your life. A smaller, single-level home often means less cleaning, lower costs, and fewer hazards. If you prefer to stay put, focus on “rightsizing”: add grab bars, improve lighting, remove trip hazards. Design around how you live now, not how you did 30 years ago.
Next, the social circle.
Friendships, too, benefit from pruning. Research known as the convoy model shows that people age best when they nurture a small, warm network of supportive relationships. Map your circle: who energizes you, and who drains you? Choose depth over breadth.
Don’t forget the digital clutter.
Your online life needs spring-cleaning, too. List your accounts, cancel old subscriptions, delete duplicate photos, and consolidate passwords. Create a “digital legacy” document for loved ones. It’s one of the kindest gifts you can leave behind.
And finally, the finances.
Downsizing isn’t only about space — it’s financial sanity. Compare the costs of staying versus moving. Simplify your accounts, review your will and power of attorney, and ensure your money aligns with your lifestyle, not your past ambitions. Studies show that retirees who plan these transitions early — even on paper — report higher satisfaction and less anxiety later.
The Emotional Work of Letting Go
Of course, this isn’t just practical. Letting go stirs up identity. You’re not only sorting through objects — you’re sorting through yourself. Each decision carries a memory: who you were, who you thought you’d be.
Researchers describe downsizing as a “life review in motion.” The process itself becomes a way of honoring your past before stepping lightly into the future. Take photos of cherished items before donating them. Write small notes — “Our first camping trip, 1984” — before passing them on. Memory can outlive the object.
And remember, minimalism isn’t the goal. The point isn’t to strip life bare, but to make room for what still matters.
What Freedom Feels Like
Those who’ve done the hard work of trimming down often describe a strange, buoyant relief. “I thought I’d feel diminished,” says Margaret, 72, who sold her family home of forty years. “Instead, I feel free. I can breathe again.”
That, perhaps, is the real secret of ageing well: not accumulation, but clarity.
When people talk about “aging gracefully,” they often mean accepting wrinkles or slowing down. But perhaps grace lies in something quieter — the courage to simplify. To disown what no longer fits. To downsize not just homes but expectations.
Retirement isn’t an ending. It’s an edit — the kind that sharpens the story and reveals its strongest lines.
A Simple Start Toward a Lighter Life
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Set your intention. What do you most want — space, calm, time?
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Take inventory. List possessions, commitments, and subscriptions.
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Declutter in short bursts. 45 minutes a day is enough.
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Compare your housing options. Stay, retrofit, or move.
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Organise your affairs. Update wills, passwords, and directives.
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Nurture your core circle. Call the people who truly matter.
Final Reflection
Out in the garden, that single flower I noticed this morning may never bear fruit — and that’s fine. Gardening, like aging, is less about control and more about observation. Things grow, fade, and renew in their own time.
As I water less, trim more, and slow my pace, I see the beauty in subtraction. In this quiet stage of life, the best kind of growth might just come from learning how to let go.
Reflection on this Sunday Morning
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Sunday Morning
October 19, 2025
“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
— 1 Peter 5:7
Morning Light
I woke up later than usual today. The sleep had been decent—better than expected—considering last night’s tickle of allergies that had begun to build up after my short walk at John Prince Park. The air had been dry, the wind brisk, and the sun sharp against the fallen leaves that had started to crisp after the recent rains.
I had known better—this was the season when mold and dust mites danced freely in the wind. Still, I went. And today, I’m paying for it with a slight fogginess, a mild chill creeping into my bones. I chuckled softly at how familiar it all felt—hay fever, the subtle signs of aging, the limits of the body that once withstood far worse.
But there was no self-pity in the thought. Only gentle acceptance. I’ve learned to live with this—Flonase, Claritin, and the faithful N95 mask are my seasonal allies.
Fall has always been a test for me. Spring, an even greater one. Yet in this chapter of life—retirement, solitude, and serenity—I’ve found new ways to move around my limitations.
The Backyard Ritual
8:30 AM – I step into the backyard.
The morning light filters through the bougainvillea, touching everything with a golden hue. This house, this patch of green—it’s one of my wiser choices. Retirement has taught me the value of stillness, of having one’s own space to breathe, to tinker, to nurture life from soil.
The air is still cool. I take the hose and water the plants—carefully, sparingly. I’ve learned the hard way that overwatering is as cruel as neglect. My hibiscus glows with promise; the bougainvillea climbs with stubborn joy. Even the plants I once gave up on are showing new leaves—tiny acts of defiance, or maybe hope.
I pause to look at the bitter melon vine. Yesterday, it surprised me with a small yellow flower. I took a photo, a simple thing that somehow made the morning sacred.
The golden jasmine hedges are spreading again. I kneel, curious about the small sprouts at their base—new life emerging from the old, as if nature itself refuses to retire.
Mid-Morning Reflections
10:15 AM – Back inside, I brew a cup of coffee. The aroma fills the quiet.
I think about time. Retirement is a curious gift—it grants you an abundance of hours, yet demands discipline to fill them meaningfully. I’ve managed to keep myself busy—gardening, learning, tidying, small projects that give structure to the day. But the lure of idleness still prowls.
“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.”
— 1 Peter 5:8
I smile at the irony. I know that lion too well—not as a beast in the dark, but as distraction in the glow of a screen.
The Internet can devour time with such subtlety that one hardly feels the bite. I have been fighting my own small battles: deleting social media apps, curbing online shopping, resisting the pull of reels that promise laughter but leave a hollow aftertaste.
I’m learning to cast those anxieties—those wasted hours—back to God, who surely never meant the twilight of one’s life to be spent scrolling endlessly.
Gardening Again
11:30 AM – The sun is higher now. I decide to check on my compost.
Mask on, gloves ready. I turn the pile, spray a little water, watch the slow alchemy of decay turning into life. The new four-way faucet adapter works perfectly—no leaks, unlike that overpriced model I foolishly bought last month. Retirement teaches you to celebrate small victories: a $15 tool working better than the $40 one feels like triumph.
I plan my next gardening steps like a general plotting strategy:
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Start the seeds I bought from Amazon — tomatoes, bell peppers, and herbs.
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Try new cuttings from bougainvillea and hibiscus.
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Learn to propagate the anthurium from Irma.
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Observe if the cocoplums have started sprouting.
Each line in this mental itinerary feels like a quiet prayer—patience, purpose, persistence.
Afternoon Pause
1:00 PM – I sit on the sofa. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is lazy.
The day could go either way: a productive afternoon or a slow drift into idleness. I take another sip of coffee, look at my phone—an impulse I resist just in time.
Instead, I jot down thoughts for this story. Writing calms me. It’s like weeding the garden of the mind, pulling out the unnecessary to make space for what matters.
“Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.”
— 1 Peter 5:7
Perhaps that’s what retirement truly is—a slow surrender, a handing over of the restless need to do something all the time. Maybe it’s about learning to simply be, and to find meaning in small, deliberate acts.
Evening Plans
3:00 PM – I make another note on my to-do list:
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Clean the garbage bin once the new hose arrives.
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Try the new brush attachments for the bathroom.
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Set up the small side table beside the sofa when it’s delivered.
These are modest goals, but they stitch together the hours. My life now is made of such stitches—tiny, ordinary actions that keep the soul from unraveling.
Closing Reflection
Before sunset, I take one last walk in the yard. The golden jasmine glows in the fading light. The anthurium’s red spathe looks almost aflame.
I stand there quietly, listening to the faint hum of distant traffic, the rustle of leaves, the steady breath of the world. I whisper a short prayer—not for more time, but for better use of it.
“Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.”
— 1 Peter 5:9
Retirement is not an ending; it is a second sowing.
And every morning, including this one, is another chance to grow—humbly, quietly, under God’s mighty hand.
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