My life has always been ruled by calendars and clocks. As a child, seasons flowed through the school year. As an adult, time was counted in work weeks, dead-lines, pregnancies, baby stages and then school years once more. Weekends were treasured. Summers yearned for. Holidays began with the lightness of freedom, but a heaviness inevitably descended as they drew to a close.
What would it be like to live off the time grid? What would I do with all the glorious hours and days when retirement finally came?
Hubby and I are quickly learning what others have told us over and over. Life does not slow down when you are retired. It changes. We decided that it was time to flow with the change and have a fresh start. We’re moving. The chaotic stress of purging and packing is forgotten in the excitement of new beginnings.
Our new home is on the water, providing lots of opportunities for playing and partying with our kiddies and grand-kiddies. It is also a wonderful spot for slowing down and pondering; a writer’s dream!
I’m not sure where my writing will lead me, but write I will. I’ve been thinking a lot about what road to take. Do I pick up where I left off? Do I try something different? Is it time to write the book I’ve always dreamed of writing? If so, what would I write about?
With all of the unexpected events that have come my way these past months, I’m ready to sit back and give myself over to the God of surprises.