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About the Book

A New Game Without a Scoreboard

Reflections on Identity, Purpose,
and Acceptance in Retirement

Daniel J. Troup

There comes a moment, sometimes quietly, when you realize the game you have been playing your entire life has changed.

The scoreboard is gone.

The goals are no longer measured in promotions, paychecks, or accomplishments, and the identity you carried for so long begins to feel less certain.

For many, that moment arrives in retirement.

A New Game Without a Scoreboard is a deeply personal reflection on what comes next, not as an ending, but as the beginning of a Second Act.

It’s about letting go of who you were, making peace with what is, and discovering what still matters.

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