And the workweek is upon us again. I would like to make like this bee below and hide from it but that isn’t me. I have to admit it’s getting harder to start each week at the job. Once I log in and get moving I snap out of it but just that start of the week gives me pause.
I guess I long for the day where there is no beginning and end of the week, just family, friends, and my crafts. A day to ask me “what do I want to do” and not have a list a mile long awaiting that answer. Time to keep in touch more, time to love more. Time to do more for others. Time to think and reflect. Time to sleep.
So until those days roll around I wish everyone a successful week at the job or jobs that attempt to pay the bills.
I’m going to try to start something new. That little device called a smartphone I carry around isn’t going to get much attention anymore. If it rings I’ll answer it. If a text comes through I’ll read it. Otherwise, I think it’s time to give the rest of it a rest. For instance, I left it in the car yesterday and only checked for messages and texts periodically between events I was attending.
Hell, my eyes aren’t that good anyway, why do I need to be looking at a screen that small. Why would I bury my face in it when in a public place and there is a chance of meeting someone nice face to face? I no longer have the desire to hear the latest outrageous thing being said or happening at that moment.
Feeling overwhelmed in the last few days. Life can do that to me from time to time. And overwhelmed leaves me with an empty tank to deal with more. But somehow I find energy and power through. My better half is very good at that also, powering through.
It’s easy to give up and wave a flag. But that isn’t the right thing to do instinctually. But many of us ignore that and shut down. I’ve been guilty of that myself so I can’t throw any stones. I pause sometimes now wasting time by worrying that I won’t grow old. I worry about having to return to the office sometime in the future. I worry about the toll this shift is taking on me.
I read another post that leads off with “Life, it’s returning to normal.” You know what, I don’t want to return to normal because that wasn’t as satisfying as I thought. I feel the schedule getting packed tightly again and the free time per day disappearing. I don’t want to return to hours a day in a car commuting or the frustration of those who are trying to kill the rest of us with poor driving ability. I don’t want opportunities to slip away from seeing family and friends.
Only time will tell how it all plays out but I’m on guard against jumping on that fast train again.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- Working outside on a day like today is best done in increments.
- The pitcher for the LA Angles just redefined being a major league hurler. I hope the gentleman was OK.
- As we age tough choices lay ahead in caring for friends and family who haven’t been as fortunate along the way.
June 29, 2021 at 4:22 AM
Interesting stuff, Mike. I’ll give you my slant on it. I’ve been retired 8 years and am really enjoying it, there’s no doubt that it gives us our life back. It may be a problem for those whose lives are their jobs, I get the feeling that quite a few people are worried about that. But I just love the freedom to do however much or however little I want to each day. My interests? Well, blogging, photography, walking, wildlife, top quality Belgian beer.
And although I do have a smart phone, its mostly for emergencies, eg car breakdowns or a fall while I’m out and about; and also texts to a few friends. Its switched off most of the time, and I have made the firm resolution that it is not going to be the central thing that my life is built around. Many of my (younger) friends have gone down that route, such that it is unthinkable for them to be without their phones, but I would rather experience Life and the world at first hand, rather than on a small screen. Adrian 🙂
July 1, 2021 at 11:18 AM
Thanks for the insight Adrian. I also have a couple of friends that work is a lot of their life and I worry about their ability to adjust to life without it.