I don’t like early January. It’s not that the parties are over. It’s that the entire coming year stretches ahead of me in my imagination, an obligation waiting to be met. An obligation weighing me down.
Maybe it’s linked to too many years working on projects where someone else set the schedule. I can’t work harder and get through the year faster: I really do have to take it one day at a time.
So for this first year of retirement (semi or full), I’m going to try a new way of looking at the year, by considering what it will bring.
Some Pretty Chilly Mornings
Opportunities for Reflection(s)
Chances to Stick My Neck Out
Chances to Draw Back
Times for Naps
Times to Stay Oh-so-Fully Alert
Time with Old Friends
Chances to Meet New Friends
Happily Oblivious Moments
Doubts about Ever Making My Mark
Times when I Forget about Myself Altogether
Chances to Stand on My Own
Chances to Sing with Another
Moments when Things Aren’t Clear at All
Moments of Perfect Clarity
Moments when a Photographic Plan Comes Together
Moments with Unplanned Bits of Blue Plastic
Looked at like that, the year doesn’t seem so onerous, somehow.
Although I admit I could do without those pesky bits of blue plastic.