Woke up this morning and first thought was (well maybe actually my second thought after the initial, "I'm freezing ...."): "Hey maybe there's some good college football on TV."
Then I realized it was only Thursday.
It could at least have the decency to be Friday.
That's what these six and seven day work weeks do to a person. You're never quite sure what day it is. Or even what hour it is. Time spins by so fast. One day it's Memorial day, then suddenly, it's mid-October. You feel like you're about to turn sixty-one before you ever got around to experiencing sixty.
I want to retire at 62. Like several other people I know. But I'm concerned that I won't be able to afford it. Maybe I should stick around until I qualify for the maximum benefits? But then there's the possibility that I might not survive that long.
I've always had issues with walking away from things that I made commitments to. And I'd say that forty-one years qualifies as a commitment. But I'm suddenly feeling beyond all that. It's like I woke up one day and my emotional or sentimental attachment had vanished. I'm ready to go.
I want to think to myself, Here's this activity I want to do today and I have this huge window of time to do it in. Instead of the current, I have to hustle and do it right now or not at all. And not-at-all is the choice that's often played out.
Mostly I just want life to slow down.
Big wind and rain storms coming in the next few days. I'm excited. With that often comes photo ops!
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