I can remember when I was a little kid, and my most pressing concern was not being able to touch the floor with my feet when I was sitting in a chair.
I can also remember being in elementary school, and all I could think about was going to high school, then going to college. Then when I finally got to college, my only thoughts were about getting my first job, and then changing jobs, after which I couldn't wait till I was able to retire.
Well, been there, done all that!
My only question now is, what's next? Now that I've reached the penultimate goal of retirement, what's left to do?
Sure I could travel some (and we are planning a 2 week barge cruise through Europe this coming May), but that's only two weeks. What am I going to do the other 50 weeks? Plus traveling is hard, i.e. there's the preparation, the getting through airport security, arranging for a house sitter to take care of the cats, even for just a weekend. (They wouldn't do good in a kennel.) It's just such a strain.
So here I sit, posting to my blog, reflecting on what was, and wondering whether this is my destiny to just sit around the house being bored, trying to decide what I want to do today, and the next day, and the next.
Life sure was so much simpler when I was younger.
I can also remember being in elementary school, and all I could think about was going to high school, then going to college. Then when I finally got to college, my only thoughts were about getting my first job, and then changing jobs, after which I couldn't wait till I was able to retire.
Well, been there, done all that!
My only question now is, what's next? Now that I've reached the penultimate goal of retirement, what's left to do?
Sure I could travel some (and we are planning a 2 week barge cruise through Europe this coming May), but that's only two weeks. What am I going to do the other 50 weeks? Plus traveling is hard, i.e. there's the preparation, the getting through airport security, arranging for a house sitter to take care of the cats, even for just a weekend. (They wouldn't do good in a kennel.) It's just such a strain.
So here I sit, posting to my blog, reflecting on what was, and wondering whether this is my destiny to just sit around the house being bored, trying to decide what I want to do today, and the next day, and the next.
Life sure was so much simpler when I was younger.
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