Holy cow, I’m coming up next week on six months of being an old retired guy. It doesn’t seem that long, and at the same time it feels like life has always been this way.
I’m still learning not to dawdle my days away. It seems I needed the discipline of the daily schedule. On the other hand, it’s nice to feel free to dawdle now and then.
So these are “the sunset years” a k a “The declining years.” What a rude description. I’m not especially interested in heading out to pasture. Sure, this earthly vessel has seen better days, but I’m not done making my share of noise or music.
I do keep thinking I might benefit from scheduling stuff for particular times of the day for, say, practicing guitar or finally seriously writing some fiction, but I enjoy the freedom to stop and say, “That’s it! This carpet needs vacuuming,” or “Don’t I have a 78 rpm copy of ‘If I knew You Were Coming I’d’ve Baked a Cake’?” or indulging some other sudden impulse. It’s a second childhood that way — after decades of structure, I’m rediscovering the joy of an unstructured day. (Did I just name this post?)
Not much gets done in an especially efficient way, but it’s surprising how much gets done and what it is that gets done. It’s the old saying, “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.”
Or is all this simply a rationalization for my adult-onset ADHD?
It’s a wonderful life with so much to see and experience, it’s hard to decide which way to go next, so I spend a lot of time turning this way and that.
And what am I going to do after I get this post ready for posting? I’ll let you know.
Perfect! ☺️