Here on the trail again.
Time is one of those “things” difficult to define. Sometimes, “time flies” or it may “stand still.” As we reach a certain age, time becomes a blur. Often we say that we are simply “biding time.” Events which have occurred in the past may be difficult to pin point exactly when they happened. Mindfulness coaches train us to be present in each moment.
The future is any time yet to come. A minute. An hour. A day. A week. A month. Thanksgiving or Christmas. The next birthday. A child of six years of age may think that seven is so very far away. While the more birthdays one experiences, the faster the calendar pages flip. As I press keys and watch words appear on the screen before me, I find myself looking forward to the future.
Retirement! I will celebrate my 66th birthday in January of and 2016 and retire the first of February. Retrospectively, I have worked since my first baby sitting job around the age of 8. Perhaps I was 10. I recall that I was quite young; but very responsible. I also think that I would not have hired a kid that young to watch my own children thirty-five years ago.
I have accumulated diverse working experiences. I have strong work ethic. No matter what the job, I did my utmost best. Reliable. Self-directed. Ethical. Personable. Responsible. Looking back, I don’t recall any job that I hated or dreaded. There were positions that I recognized as something I didn’t want to do for the rest of my life and knew when it was time to move on.
Many of my jobs were unique meaning I never dreamed of doing them as I was growing up. Often I was in the right place at the right time. The position I have presently has been the longest…nearly 28 years. When I was a kid, the technology I use to perform my job didn’t even exist!
I have always enjoyed writing. Essay exams strongly preferred over true and false which I tended to overthink. Usually, looking at the wording of each question believing there was a trick to trip me up. My love of writing began before I could actually spell.
Granny lived in a distant state. She sent letters and goodies fairly regularly to the children of her only son, my father. I’m kind by describing him simply as an abusive, philandering, pathological liar. Quite possibly he had an diagnosed mental health disorder. I just thought that he was mean. Sometimes available for me to sit briefly on his lap, which I fondly recall.
No one seemed interested in responding to Granny’s letters. Mom would read them to me and I always wanted to reply. Patiently, she would spell out each word for me as I placed one letter at a time on the page. Granny was the first of may many pen-pals. Creative writing and letter writing got me through much of my childhood. I also enjoyed researching for class assignments. Back then it was a trip to the library or studying the encyclopedia sets we had at home. Reading provided my sisters and I most of our entertainment.
Writing is my aspiration. Publishing is my dream. Retirement will provide me with the time to devote to self expression via the written word. I have the discipline and look forward to allowing myself adequate time every day to maintain this blog. I have a book in progress, shelved for too many years. I will finally finish the book which lends itself to sequels. This blog will evolve through the decisions needed to make for Medicare coverage, shopping for the perfect spot to spend the next chapter of my life. Hopefully providing entertainment and encouragement to thousands of other baby boomers by sharing my decision making processes.
The journey through retirement is one I am looking forward to beginning.
For now, happy trails!