This reality is really important to get your head around.
You may already have come to the amazing conclusion that you still have to fill your days with "stuff".
When you were working this was not an issue - but it sure is now!
This is a massive challenge for many of us. Whereas the alarm used to go off and we would rush breakfast and travel to work and work and work and travel home and eat supper and go to bed and repeat and repeat until the days off or weekend....
Not happening now is it?!
Unless of course you are one of those annoying retirees who say "I'm busier now than when I was at work ha ha!"
Two key points here.
1. Remember the paradigm shift and change curve? This is it!
2. You can now read "If..." by Rudyard Kipling (below) and recognise every single line. He wrote it for his son's coming of age (but didn't mention in the peom that it would be a lifelong project/experience!")
If - Rudyard Kipling 1865 –1936
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!