“Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else. I’ve felt that many times. My hope for all of us is that “the miles we go before we sleep” will be filled with all the feelings that come from deep caring – delight, sadness, joy, wisdom – and that in all the endings of our life, we will be able to see the new beginnings.” — Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers: Important Things to Remember
As some of you are already aware, I was downsized yesterday – not unwillingly, but probably a year or two earlier than was wise for us. But, as Fred Rogers pointed out, endings frequently bring beginnings – and my personal philosophy has always been that change is inevitable and how we adapt is everything. And because I was at this company for so long, my package is a good one that will keep me paid, insured & otherwise benefitted for nearly a year (as long as I do not get a new job). Really do have nothing to complain about.
So – we begin a new chapter. Three years after my husband’s retirement journey began, we’re starting on mine. I’ve already mapped out a routine to follow – painful as that self-disciplined thought may be. As an introverted near misanthrope my routine absolutely has to include people. So I’m putting my volunteering on a fixed daily schedule (but still from the comfort of home). And the gym – in no small part to avoid having to do more physical therapy for my knee. Weight loss and better health are just bonuses. And of course eliminating clutter & what-not so that, come spring and the completion of the outdoor fix-ups (curb appeal, curb appeal), we can finally put the house on the market. And somewhere in there, I plan to get serious about my eternally in progress novel. Oh and this blog, too. More frequent posting schedule to come in a couple of months (once my new life schedule finds its rhythm), and probably a new look sooner than that (still playing with different themes). Of course freedom from my very conservative job also leaves me more freedom for political expression – apologies in advance to those I almost certainly will offend.
“There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.” — John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley
The Hudson River looking south from the Walkway Over The Hudson at dusk, July 4, 2017.