The quote stuck with me, along with a lot of other seemingly useless trivial stuff. Anyone who knows me at all, knows that I keep a lot of that type of trivial shit in my head. My question is often “why?”. What is it about certain things that mean they stay with me, and others don’t?
|Maggie doesn't care about time!|
I think I can answer the last question – my explanation is that a year, as a percentage of your life so far, is HUGE when you are 5, but so very little when you are 50. I don’t really know HOW that explains it, but it feels right.Having said all that, I know that I’ve spent a lot of emotion over the years beating myself up because I couldn’t do all the things I wanted to/needed to/should do. How many times have I said “I will do all these things once I have more time”?
|Making these mug rugs WAS part of the plan this week|
Well, let me tell you, retiring DOES NOT mean I have more time! What a surprise! I thought, simply by not having to get up and go to work would mean I would have more time. Ha! The amount of time is just the same – time is NOT variable.But it still feels like it. This last week has seemingly disappeared. I had plans. I wanted to get things done. And I wanted to enjoy some quiet, relaxing time. But here I am, at the end of the week, and I feel as though all those days just went by without me noticing or paying attention.
As I said in my last post, I try to keep track of what day it is by keeping a diary (of sorts). And this helps me to know that I HAVE actually done things during the week. Now I need to be a bit more flexible, and simply go with the flow if the plans I have get changed, or the things I want to do don’t actually get done. After all, it isn’t as if the time has been wasted.
|I see time passing with my growing Grass Tree|
There is always next week – maybe I’ll have more time then!