My ten week hiatus roars to a finish. It’s back to
hell work for me tomorrow. I’ll be bringing my cough/cold/sniffles/achy/random sighing with me. I’ll bet my coworkers will be thrilled beyond expression.
Every summer I work hard on time management so as not to release the complete
loser procrastinator that resides in my soul. I had a good summer because I let go. I just LET GO. I slept late many mornings without regret. Sometimes I didn’t get dressed at all! There were days when I baked, days when I did not. I stayed up late. I sewed all day and didn’t answer the phone. I played with the dogs and took my mother wherever she wanted to go. Some weeks my car never left the driveway. You get the picture. If this summer was an indicator of what retirement CAN be, then just bring it on!
There are little yellow squash still scrambling for growth out in the raised bed – even in late September! There’s a lesson to be learned here, something to be stored away. The garden can teach you how to pay attention, to watch for beauty. This year, when I ran out of energy and downsized, the garden taught me how to change my mind. And that’s how you change the world – to change your mind.
Maybe going back to work won’t be as wretched as I fear. Maybe I can change my mind.