I think sometimes that the hardest thing about getting older has been having to slow down. It seemed as though I went through life at a dead run and since I didn't retire until I was nearly 67 the past eight years have been fun in one way and frustrating in another. For so many years there just didn't seem to be enough time to do everything that I wanted to do and now I seem to have far more time than I need. Now I find myself frequently looking for things to fill the hours. Not always, I don't just sit on my butt, staring out the window wondering what to do with myself, but before I didn't have to look for things to keep me busy and now I do. And yet on the other hand I love having the time to do only the things I really want to do.
It has been very interesting -- since I'm new to blogging -- to read about all the things that people get involved in when they retire. My main problem, I think, is the fact that I miss a lot of the things I did for so long -- oh, don't tell me, I miss working??? Yeah, I do. Not everyday, but I do miss the involvement, the pace, the excitement. I was fortunate to have some really great jobs over my working lifetime.
Ah, forgive me. It's late and I'm rambling. Actually, life is good now, just different and I'm reflecting on the differences. I guess, to quote a song, I'm looking for a soft place to fall
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