Where did yesterday go? For that matter where did this morning go?
Perhaps I’m dreaming, but I recall the days when I worked, raised teenagers, went to graduate school, kept house, and packed and prepared food for our family’s every other week-end trek to go skiing. Sometimes I did all of that in one day––and never missed a deadline.
Today, I barely get dinner cooked. What’s happening?
Well, the kids are grown; my diploma’s dusty, the house doesn’t get as dirty, and I’ve given up cooking!
Still that doesn’t account for the incredible disappearance of time. Could it be that I’m slowing down in this stage they call retirement?
Many of my friends are also retired, and we occasionally commiserate with one another on this very subject of lost time or––simply not enough time to do everything. In retrospect, I don’t think it’s slowing down. I think we simply take time to enjoy the little things that always mattered but were often missed. Best of all, we find time to do things we’ve always wanted to do, but couldn’t because of obligations.
Today is the day to celebrate loss of time––time in which you got so lost in something you thoroughly enjoyed or that inspired you––when hours went by without your awareness…Time when you were so enthralled with your activity that you felt completely whole and animated…Time when you were at your happiest.
That’s not a loss of time. That’s time at its fullest. Why do we do it? Because we can.
Nora Hall blogs at Survive Your Husband’s Retirement and is developing her author platform for her upcoming book of that title.
When Nora’s husband retired early, she––and he–– were unprepared for this new journey and faced several trying months. Happily, they’ve come out on the other end and have rediscovered what led them to marriage in the first place.