The most inexplicable thing happened: I missed a deadline. In my small world, this is a huge hiccup. I always, always, always completed projects before the due date. So what happened? Traveling abroad? Hospitalization? A family death? No. I simply retired.
Retirement gives me so much time on my hands that meeting any deadline should be easy-squeezy. Not so. You see, I’ve intentionally slowed down. I lie in bed each morning, listening to the birds and feeling utterly, deliciously lazy. I relax over a cup of coffee and then have another. I play a few online games and then – finally – think about getting dressed. But first, I think I’ll read for a while. This hiatus called retirement is a divine bit of self-indulgence.
I relish this laid-back approach to life. Perhaps enjoy it a bit too much. All that self-imposed discipline has died. I no longer look at a clock. I’ve no clue what today is because I tucked my only calendar into the closet and really don’t care which day of the week I happen to be standing in. I haven’t drawn up a typical to-do list in over two months. I honestly can’t think of a single goal that is more pressing than watching another 1940’s Sherlock Holmes where Basil Rathbone will undoubtedly win once again so long as Nigel Bruce walks beside him.
Time stretches out when you slow down. It’s divine. Deadline, be damned!
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