Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.
Nights lengthen, days turn
cooler, summer frantically
ripens before cold.
It’s interesting to be 60 and contemplating a career change. I think I should be planning a retirement. Our current vision of many golden years of leisured retirement is a relatively new concept. People used to be valuable working members of their communities until they either were no longer able or were ready to die.
I am tired enough and have enough health problems that many golden years of leisure sounds really good right now. I wanted to retire 10 years ago while I still had my health and the steam to get a few things done around the house, but my money wasn’t in place and though I have made progress the money won’t be anytime soon. I may work until my dying day. The future is still to come.
Not that I plan on sitting down and doing nothing. So much I want to do has nothing to do with earning a living and everything to do with living life. Take volunteering, for example.
I’ve defined a few volunteer jobs I’d think I’d like to have.
1. Baby rocker. Could be a hospital, a church, or even, a high school. The high school in my district has day-care on site for the students, not for the staff. Something backward there. But I would be happy to sit there and rock and snuggle their babies all day. I don’t care who they belong to. The hard part would be giving them back.
2. Teen listener. I like teenagers. They think outside the box. They have great ideas and interesting insights. Few adults respect them enough to listen to them. Not that I could do anything to help them or change things for them, but I could listen.
3. Elder story recorder. I love listening to the stories of people older than me. Stories about the days of their lives, their adventures, the history of the towns they lived in, the stories they remember from their parents, and they need to be written down. Lest we forget.
A career change at any age is not always easy. Much harder at 60 when the body has become unreliable and incapable after decades of physical labor. I need jobs that don’t require physical labor, yet I must also be able to move when I need to. I can’t sit or stand for long periods of time and sometimes I really benefit from a little lie down. I used to be able to stand for 14 hours as a hairdresser and in the retail industry. No more. The career change I made 15 years ago was supposed to be to a less physically demanding job, but surprisingly it’s not. Little did I know.
While I attempt to define my dream job I wonder how likely it is I can transition into a more satisfying career at this age. And while I’m dreaming I’d like to do something I love doing rather than taking a different job just to take a job. It’s all about re-making and re-imagining. It’s not about choice. You can choose a career but being employed and successful in the job of your choice is never a guarantee.
For our musical interlude and listening pleasure today, I present the melodic All I Have To Do Is Dream, a 1958 classic from the Everly Brothers.
But you never know if you don’t try. If you always do things the same old way, you’ll always get the same old results, right? I’ve re-made myself a few times, I might be able to do so again. And this life seems to me more about the adventure than the destination, because my pathways never have run straight no matter my choice. I get bumps and potholes and curves and 180 degree angles and seemingly insurmountable mountains to cross in my pathway. I take many detours. I am a detour specialist.
Occasionally I consider what kind of person I might be if I’d had a college education at the traditional age instead of at 40, rather than the vocational education I had at age 17. My adventure set would be entirely different. The past is what we have. The future is what we do with what we’ve learned from the past. The present is the place we start.
So as I commence to dream and re-imagine I invite you to do the same. Are you content with your daily work no matter what that work consists of? There are so many ways to contribute to this world. If you are not content, if you do not enjoy what you do, re-imagine. What would you like to do? How can you get there while still making ends meet?
There’s no pressure, right now we are merely dreaming, no changes required. Dreams take place in the future; dreams of the past are memories, good or bad. We aren’t counting memories right now. Dreams don’t always come true, and can change. But dreaming is where we start. We start from here. Every day.
Color Watch – blooming attractions in my neighborhoods this week – I saw mimosas last week and didn’t get a photo, here’s a borrowed one, I love trees that surprise with fluffy pink pom-pom flowers;a patch of wild baby blue batchelor’s buttons in between two abandoned lots; a pretty display of geraniums at the local university.
Currently Reading – The 48 Laws of Power (1998, psychology) by Robert Greene and Joost Elffers; The Dud Avocado (1958, Elaine Dundy); The Fluoride Deception (2006, medical politics) by Christopher Bryson; Man’s Search for Meaning (1946, psychology) by Viktor E. Frankl. Yes, concurrently.
This week I have been grateful for:
- A few precious days off work. I could totally enjoy a retirement of coming and going as I please instead of being slave to the clock.
- A family get-together to celebrate my youngest nephew turning 21 and his older brother’s graduation from college.
- Enjoying hearing stories and catching up on family news.
- Seeing so many of the cousins of the same generation together. Wish they could spend more time together. Before they know it they will be the elders. One only needs to blink an eye and time goes by.
- The youngers in the family getting old enough to understand why they are given advice from the elders without resenting how freely the advice is given.
- Sharing stories about the past.
- Setting some goals for the future.
- Cool wind on a warm day.
- A driving adventure with the son.
- Reading, thinking, understanding.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch