I got sick on the drive to Florida.

Not dramatically sick, just a nasty travel cold that hung around long enough to give me a good excuse to rest and settle in. Somewhere in those first few days, that felt fine. I was tired. I’d earned the rest.

Then one morning I woke up feeling normal again. Fully recovered. Ready.

And then I realized I had absolutely nowhere to go.

No patients scheduled. No team waiting. No one depending on me to show up and be Dr. Garner. Just a morning in a new state with nothing that had to happen or even anywhere to go.

Part of me felt relief. For 37 years, someone always needed something, relief from pain, a cleaning, a crown that couldn’t wait. That morning, nobody did. You can’t really imagine that kind of quiet until you’ve lived it.

But there was something else too. A kind of emptiness that I didn’t expect and wasn’t quite ready for.

No team to laugh with. No patient stories. No one stopping by my office just to talk. I don’t even remember what I did that day. I’m positive that I did nothing useful.

I still had the title. I was still Dr. Garner. But something had shifted, and I felt it even if I couldn’t name it yet.

Here’s what I’ve come to understand since then.

The title was never really the thing. What I actually had for 37 years was a daily answer to a question most people never stop to ask themselves: Did I matter today?

For me, that answer was almost always yes. Not because I was exceptional, but because the work itself was built around service. Someone walked in hurting and walked out better. A team member needed to talk and I had time to listen. That was just Tuesday.

I remember being in Walmart with LoriAnn a short time before we retired. A woman who worked there recognized me and came straight over. She hugged me, right there in the aisle, and then she turned to LoriAnn and told her what I had done for her; fixed years of dental problems she’d been ashamed of, and talked to her like a friend when she needed it.

I didn’t do anything remarkable that day she was describing. I just showed up and treated her like she mattered.

But that moment meant everything to me. Because it confirmed what I think I already knew: the title “Dr.” was just a label for something that ran a lot deeper. It was a daily permission to make a difference in someone’s life. And that permission doesn’t expire when you sell the practice.

So if you’re six months from retirement and quietly terrified that you won’t know who you are without the title, I get it. That feeling is real and it’s honest and you shouldn’t be embarrassed by it.

But here’s what I’d tell you straight: don’t stop serving people.

If you went into dentistry just for the money, retirement is going to feel like the finish line. But if you went in because you actually cared about people, and I think most of us did, even if we lost sight of it along the way; that doesn’t end. It just needs a new address.

For me it’s my church service. It’s a daily Zoom call with people in our network who need someone to believe in them. It’s writing this blog.

The title was pointing at something real. Make sure you keep doing that thing, even after the title stops mattering.

Not every morning feels like that one. Some days are the opposite, which I wrote about in why some mornings in retirement feel like a gift.

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That same feeling came back to me again later, which I wrote about in Just a Visitor Now.