Goodbye to leisure self; I'm back to work tomorrow. Time off over the holidays, and with family visits, is hectic, but still there's the chance for sleeping in, for midday napping, for fudging schedules. No more. Before the sun is up, I'll be on my way and to a new place.
On any Sunday, I wish for just one more day; on the last Sunday of vacation, I wish so even more intensely. I was afraid when I looked forward at the beginning of my time off that I'd not find anything to do, that the days would be retirement empty. Far from it. there's been lots of work done around the house, writing, reading, visiting, running...I haven't been bored.
Still there's another me that's evident on workdays, a Peter that gets the most out of every minute, who finishes this just in time to start that, one who tries to pack as much into a day as 24 hours will permit. Writing this blog is, not easier, but more regular when I'm in work mode: I make a time for everything.
At leisure, I have to create the structure that I need each day depending on the exigencies of the day. At work, the structure is provided. I have to say, I've been disappointed in leisure Peter. He's kept up with responsibilities but hasn't had any, or few, thoughts that have excited him. Workaday Peter is continually thinking about what to be thinking about next. By the evening, workaday Peter is feels the buffer wheel spinning in his head, but in the morning, he's loading and firing like shooting skeet.
Yet, while individual days of my time off have been hectic, the pace has been relaxed. It's hard to tell how the things I've read and reflected on have percolated into my consciousness, but I sense I've had a thorough soaking.
Tomorrow, however, I'll be grabbing from the clouds. Tomorrow, workaday Peter is going to leave leisure Peter's dry husk in bed, and take to the air. Happy to have you both.
On any Sunday, I wish for just one more day; on the last Sunday of vacation, I wish so even more intensely. I was afraid when I looked forward at the beginning of my time off that I'd not find anything to do, that the days would be retirement empty. Far from it. there's been lots of work done around the house, writing, reading, visiting, running...I haven't been bored.
Still there's another me that's evident on workdays, a Peter that gets the most out of every minute, who finishes this just in time to start that, one who tries to pack as much into a day as 24 hours will permit. Writing this blog is, not easier, but more regular when I'm in work mode: I make a time for everything.
At leisure, I have to create the structure that I need each day depending on the exigencies of the day. At work, the structure is provided. I have to say, I've been disappointed in leisure Peter. He's kept up with responsibilities but hasn't had any, or few, thoughts that have excited him. Workaday Peter is continually thinking about what to be thinking about next. By the evening, workaday Peter is feels the buffer wheel spinning in his head, but in the morning, he's loading and firing like shooting skeet.
Yet, while individual days of my time off have been hectic, the pace has been relaxed. It's hard to tell how the things I've read and reflected on have percolated into my consciousness, but I sense I've had a thorough soaking.
Tomorrow, however, I'll be grabbing from the clouds. Tomorrow, workaday Peter is going to leave leisure Peter's dry husk in bed, and take to the air. Happy to have you both.
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