|summer in the Blue Mountains - on a mid-week escapade|
When I was working, there was a lot of structure to my week, as my job was a regular 9-to-5, Monday to Friday, or some variations on that theme, but never involved weekend work. Anything else I did basically had to fit in around my working days.
But once I retired, the basis around which I organised my days went out the window. I still have regular commitments – coffee with friends on Thursday mornings, dinner with other friends on Wednesday nights, drinks with a different group of friends on Sunday evenings, you get the general idea. But the majority of the time my days have no need to be so structured. I can do the grocery shopping any day I like. I don’t have to fit appointments into my lunch hour.So without that regular getting up to go to work, weekly meetings, monthly state-of-the-nation-type company updates, and accounting for my time, I’ve found it can be a challenge to remember what day it is.
|a way of keeping my brain active|
Is structure to my life important to me? Do I need it so I’m not just floating along without any purpose? It’s a bit scary, because I felt like I was losing control of my life.
But thinking about this, I decided that no, it isn’t important. I don’t need the structure, or the organisation. In fact, it’s quite liberating not having that structure. As long as I make it to the appointments I do have, the rest can just go with the flow. How do I feel today? That’s what guides my choices, rather than what day it is.
|some of the books in my To Read pile|
This may sound like I’m in denial, and my brain is turning to mush as a result of not being used – use it or lose it, they say. I don’t believe that. I do use my brain, but for different things than in the past. The things I need to remember now are different. And there is only so much space in my brain, so something had to go. It appears that what day it is was one of those things – you see, most of the time, it doesn’t matter!