As this year finishes out its last
stretch, I am spending a lot of my time trying to make life decisions about
work and retirement. I am fortunate to have many options to choose from and
believe me I have wrestled with them during the wee hours of the morning,
twisting them, turning them, holding them up to the light, and examining them
under the calculator. In my mind I have juggled and computed numbers until dawn’s
early light.
The decisions I make today may
change in six months because the ones I made six months ago have. I don’t
admonish myself for my indecision but instead look at it like a woman in the
dressing room, trying on clothes. I’ve donned the coveralls of work and although they are very comfortable and my pockets are full, if I wear them, I have
little time to dress up in the gowns of leisure. I have tried on
casual-but-dressy, the Dockers, and lounged in the coziness of sweats. Not sure
what fits me best, I have settled on a varied wardrobe for now. Swimming up stream is slow and sometimes futile if the current is strong. I'll go with the flow and enjoy the scenery.
A grooming smock for work, comfy
sweats for writing, jeans and t-shirt for traveling, and a couple dressy tops
for seminars, book signings and workshops. What can I say? I came up in the
sixties and am unable to kick the philosophy that I can do it all. The sky's the limit.
"That which you manifest is before you." A quote from Enzo, the dog in the book, THE ART OF RACING IN THE RAIN.
I will enjoy my life and remember that as I struggle with the verdicts in life, that moment of absolute certainty never comes.I will make the best decision I can and then let it go.
I will enjoy my life and remember that as I struggle with the verdicts in life, that moment of absolute certainty never comes.I will make the best decision I can and then let it go.
