On one of our family trips to Wisconsin, my parents dropped me off at Aunt Bernie’s house in Indianapolis. Bernie had several children of her own and I fell right into the household routine. Years later, Aunt Bernie told me that when I stayed with them I was bored. I told her I loved staying with them, and how could anyone ever be bored? In fact it puzzles me when someone says, “I am so bored.” I have never been bored in my whole life.
Recently, I reduced my computer exposure and cut back on my blogging so that I could attend to some of my other important tasks. From here on out, you may find I only blog about twice a week although I make no promises. I no longer have a work schedule. Think of it as an early New Year’s resolution.
Currently, I have many projects or “irons in the fire.” They aren’t huge projects, just small entertaining things like playing games on my Kindle or making Christmas cookies.
Time was, the old Protestant ethic would have kicked in and I would have beat on myself for what I was and wasn’t doing. But not anymore. I have decided I will be frivolous in my old age. Frivolous to me means spending time doing things that have no higher purpose than amusement.
After all, I worked my proverbial tail off for years raising children, going to school, and working first part-time, then fulltime. The day came when my kids didn’t need me anymore, my employer hinted I should retire, and I finished my last degree with a ho-hum, been there, done that.
So, if you are looking for an inspired tale of how to live your golden years, this might not be the place to look. As for me I will be working a puzzle or something.