The past week was a potpourri of events (some not so fun and some fun) to make it a tough week. I learned a few things about retirement. I love it! It’s been 11 years since I’ve had to jump out of bed at the crack of dawn to start my day. Don’t miss the jumping part.
I am an early riser, but I don’t like rushing around. I like a morning sweet spot of drinking my mocha and checking my emails and blog leisurely. I don’t miss taking a shower at 6:30 a.m. which I did everyday for 45 years. I don’t miss hurrying up.
Loving my jeans and/or exercise pants with a warm sweatshirt. It’s sneakers too. My feet thank me. Occasionally I like to dress up, but it’s become more occasional. Way more occasional. Maybe weddings and funerals. I’m not dressing up for mine.
Other than greetings at Starbucks and a cat trying to sit on my head, I prefer all live exchange to start later. Even my exercise buddy wants to walk at 11 instead of 8.
Some things don’t need a decision today. Or tomorrow. The key is to figure out which does and the consequences.
I don’t like multiple commitments in a day or even a week. Scratching a cat is one commitment.
Almost anything constitutes dinner. You just need to survive. Every day doesn’t have to be a gourmet day. Ok, maybe not potato chips. You need to wash them down with something from another food group. Maybe iced tea? Dip would round it out.
Recovery time is important. Recovery from errands, walks, thinking too hard (yes a lot of thinking too hard). You get the idea.
I’m not a couch potato (although this post makes it seem that way), I just like an easy way of sliding through the day without a lot of jerky stops and jackrabbit starts.
Just cancelled a Friday morning appointment and declared it a “me day.” Next week will be better. I hope.
Note to regular readers: Gracie came through the dental surgery ok although it was more extensive than expected. She’s a trooper, a toothless trooper. She’s on sick leave so either one of the other cats or this peep will give an update on Friday.