"You may retire lakeside...but retirement is a vast ocean" 

 Joan Reid 2014





A post shared with Elder Chicks - September 2014:

      Have you ever sat on the beach looking to the horizon, wondering what is beyond your vision?  The waves hypnotically lull you into a trance where your mind wanders in and out of rooms, searching, searching, for what?  An answer, any answer that will explain life or maybe just the very moment you are in.
     That's how I feel today on what has already started to be routine when I am home on Mondays as a semi-retiree. I find myself dreading Mondays without work as much as I did when I did report to a job.  I want to call my mother to ask how she handled her new found freedom after retirement in 1989.  She appeared to enjoy it.  How did she spend her days, what did she think about?  She often said, "Never look back."   Sadly her retirement lasted only 4 years, her life ended before her new blossom took root. Is that how life is?
     A colleague of mine said she does not want to grow old. She said there is too much emphasis on the length of our lives (quantity) and not the quality of the years.  For me, life has always been living each day followed by the next, one day at a time. 
     I am poised at the threshold of a new season.  I will leave the cubicle womb as a butterfly emerges from its cocoon. It will be a new way to live. Tomorrow when I return to my part-time employment I'll probably be thinking what to do on my next free day. Go figure.  Live now, walk away from the ocean and focus on the grain of sand between your toe.  It holds the universe.















  
      



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