I am on this train. Scenery is whizzing by; the noise is deafening. For several years now, the train has been rapidly accelerating as days, weeks and years blend in a blur of events, birthdays, this, that. If I think about it too much, there is desperation. At this rate, the destination seems frightfully near.I won't jump off the train: it's my only ride. But I would like to slow it down and make a few rolling stops, look out the window and see some precious things and people with clarity instead of just the blur.
About 6 months ago, I began learning yoga and mediatation. It is strange, but as the speedometer maintains its persistent rise, my own ride actually, magically, seems to be slowing. And this blogging, while still very new, seems to be another way to rest in the lounge car, where sights can be named.
I'll keep you updated.
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Smelling the roses is an acquired skill (I'm still not very good at it, but getting better)
ReplyDeleteRetirement could be defined as learning to stop living only for yourself and seeing all the needs of others surrounding us. Take advantage! I look for useful things to fill my day.
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