“It’s Friday,” she said with a firm grasp of the obvious. “Thank goodness it’s Friday.”
Some people may wonder why a woman, who has been “retired” (Oh how I hate that word!) for almost fourteen years, would still be all-in-a-swoon over the end of the week? A very fine question indeed.
It seems that I’ve somehow managed to impose a schedule of sorts, a grid, a template, a framework over my week and, due to the fact that most of the people I hang with are gainfully employed, these activities are generally scheduled first thing in the morning.
So while other people grind away with their 9 to 5 schtick…I get up, and starting on Monday, I go walking, yoga-ing, dragon-boating, walking and hiking on each of the respective weekdays. In the afternoons I write, or as I did much of this week, whine about not being able to write.
I remember bragging in the heady early days of our retirement that I never knew what day it was until someone in a store would suggest that I should, “…have a great weekend.”
“Who knew?” I’d say. Is it Friday already?
But apparently now I do know. I know that I’m over halfway through my Humber online course and I’m freaking out at how much further I have to go and how it’s way a much bigger and harder project than I ever could have imagined. I know that it’s Friday because I hiked this morning, I wrote this afternoon and I am doing my last blog post for the week.
In short, I know because I have created a structure where none existed before. Is this simply inevitable? Is it a good thing? I suppose it is until I decide it isn’t.
What I do know? TGIF.
I know it’s Friday and “ne blogez pas” until Monday, but thought I’d send this message anyway.
Do not press any delate buttons on your novel or the curse of Black Angus of the Glen will be upon ye. That means that all the elastic in your knickers will fail.
On, on.
Oh yeah, and have a great weekend.
With threats of a Black Angus curse hanging over my head, I hereby promise to never hit a delete button again 🙂 And I am only technology-free on Sundays, so you slid in before the gate closed…glad you were finally able to get through the security bits and make your comment stick. Write on my Scottish friend…
As I contemplate leaving my day job in the next month, I wonder about the structure my new life will have. I’m a person who NEEDS structure and routine, but often I allow myself to fritter time away because I can’t make a decision about what I want to do.
I like the sound of your weekdays, and knowing that it is possible even in “retirement” to maintain a healthy balance of order in your life.
Have a great weekend 😉
It’s a strange process Becca, and any time you want to debrief on the topic, just let me know. In the beginning we were traveling all the time and routines were mostly non-existent. We’ve had many different routines, they seem to change every several months, but this one is my lablog and has stuck for awhile now. What I do know is that I have no idea how I ever managed to fit a job in to my life. There’s simply not enough time in each day…