“Pack a Backpack”, a community effort in preparing students for school, ads on TV for back to school clothing shopping, family and friends posting their children’s first-days on Facebook, like it or not the excitement is in the air preparing for a new school year. Just as obvious are the schools with parking lots filled with vehicles as re-energized faculty and staff are in full swing doing their best in preparing for another year. Anticipation of possibilities were always such a big part of August for me.
Well, here it is August, newly retired, and nowhere near where I have always been. Life feels very different because of that. Good, as in exciting as I can fill my day the way I choose and bad, as in scary as what will I do with myself?
So, one way I am combatting those scary and unwanted feelings is by getting a good dose of fresh air every day. I do mean every day. Today’s pick of fun in the sun was a bike ride with hubby on a bike path neither one of us had ever been on before.
To blog or not to blog?
Is blogging work or leisure?
I love thought-provoking questions such as these, recently seen on WordPress, and I’ve been contemplating how I might respond.
I think the answer to both questions is surrounded by one’s purpose. And, what I mean is there are as many reasons to write a blog as there are bloggers. And, likely many reasons not to write a blog. Each blogger probably began with an idea or a unique purpose for their writing. I mean you gotta have an idea! In some cases, to share or chat or find commonalities to others or make connections. Maybe, even to find answers! Example of that is retirementtransition. The author is carefully and strategically reinventing herself with a new sense of identity with her new phase in life. In some cases, blogs are written to teach or inform like Live to Write – Write to Live. I love that blog and am learning a thing or two. (who vs. that, a common mistake of mine) I think my favorite are the learning blogs. Then, there are those who utilize social networking aka WordPress that is then linked to their Linkedin and/or Twitter accounts for their business as in Kate Davies Designs. How lucky to have this resource in which to do so. Her blog in particular, is so beautiful with its photography and equally compelling writing, whether you like knitting or not, it’s a treat. Actually those blogs are the person’s business where patterns are sold, the author advertises the books they’ve written and the like. Oh, and I can’t forget the poetry blogs like O at the Edges I love to read them, too but admittedly cannot always interpret what the author is intending. (And, no, I do not beat myself up about that.)
Toys– 1 an object for a child to play with, typically a model or miniature replica of something: [ as modifier ] : a toy car. • an object, especially a gadget or machine, regarded as providing amusement for an adult: in 1914 the car was still a rich man’s toy. • a person treated by another as a source of pleasure or amusement rather than with due seriousness: a man needed a friend, an ally, not an idol or a toy. 2 [ as modifier ] denoting a diminutive breed or variety of dog: a toy poodle.
The above is the definition of toys from the New Oxford American Dictionary as seen on MacBook OS X Yosemite, version 10.4.4. This post is “toying” around with the first definition and offering some thought as I ponder the concept.
As I begin this journey (retirement) into the unknown, I am allowing myself to meander freely around and about the house going here, then there, not with any great decisive purpose (just yet) and am secretly eavesdropping on my movements and feelings. So, between you and me, these are few of my observations on myself:
It was a lovely gauntlet of receptions, recognitions, gatherings, presentations, and gifts as one career has now ended for each of us. We called it our “transition” rather than our retirement. They do say 60 is the new 40 so if that be the case, I see the next decade as a second opportunity for discovery such as what more may I offer to the community and/or to myself. Much like the caterpillar will endure a transformation, (funny, I was making a connection with it rather than shooing it away) I will be taking these next few months reflecting on where I’ve been, what I’ve learned, and where I want to go having every expectation of finding a new direction for my life.