Reflective moments
For a while, I was worried. Two years (and counting) into my new lifestyle; shouldn’t I be doing more?
And then I paused, to reflect. If you subtract the hours I spent either working or getting to and from the cubicle, I’m actually doing as much or more as I ever did. On a fixed income, to boot. Sure, the world travel aspect is still just a tiny seed (think mustard, and shrink accordingly). And my volunteerism? Not exactly why I’m famous…
I’m the new form of contemplative, actually. Still learning. Reflecting on what I see and hear. My quiet time is just as rich as any pointless shouting into the wind. I’m ready, if destiny calls (or rings either doorbell). Even the dog thinks I’m worth keeping around, if only for my skill at finding biscuits when he is “filled with anticipation”.
But moving right along. Although we’re far from the cusp of a new year, maybe I need to formulate some new resolutions. Perhaps I could visit people? Or at least call? What if we decided to take an “off-Island” trip? Little risk of windows being smashed to rescue the dog in the rear seat, not that days are clement but not cold. Except for yesterday, and today, or course. That thermometer, hanging at 20C, is a bit of a pleasant surprise. Why, I could start going for evening walks, under the rising moon. The risk of a collision with a potato grader seems to drop significantly after sundown. Hey, dog! Get your paws ready to ramble…
