Should I be concerned?
I love my quiet days, perusing the Internet for a little while, adding genealogy tidbits to my database as people share their histories, interacting on Facebook from time to time, taking a few pictures, sitting in my easy chair looking out at the leaves dancing with the breeze, picking up my crochet project when the mood strikes me, listening to my house talk, the refrigerator cycling, the clock ticking on the wall, creaks and groans as the building soaks up the sun. The list is much longer of course, and it varies day to day. I love it here at Mist Cottage, quietly going through the days, knowing that at a certain time Attila will walk in the door and call “hello”, to which I will respond, “welcome home!”.
After a lifetime of success driven activity, crushing responsibilities, pursuing achievements, reaching goals, meeting deadlines, following children’s schedules for over 26 years, it seems like such a guilty pleasure to enjoy doing what I WANT to do, WHEN I want to do it, for the most part. And to be living with such a wonderful partner in life, who is actually pleased for this new freedom in my life, well, it just doesn’t get any better in my book.
I have been letting go of the urge to accomplish. I have been forgetting the little things, that are no longer defined as urgent by rambunctious children. I let some things go, because they just don’t seem important any more. I don’t envy the material wealth that other people have successfully accumulated; I don’t envy it, and I do not desire it.
I have almost completely lost the thread on “the good life”, and the fifteen minutes of fame thing. I have lost the ability to see things through the eyes of people who want big houses, designer anything, expensive vehicles, fame, fortune, or any of the things people think will make them happy. I am considered odd, poor and pathetic by some, but I don’t know why, because I see my life as rich and full and meaningful.
Some people have referred to this life I lead as “giving up”. They are as blind as bats.
I see it as stepping up to, or more stepping into, my own life.
There is no ad or media promotion that can romanticize what I am talking about, because it would look different for every single individual on planet earth… and the genuine article is impossible to monetize, which doesn’t mean someone won’t try.
I don’t think what I now have is something easily accomplished in the years when one must deal with the day-to-day rigours of survival in the working world. A few will be in the lucky position of doing something they love and getting paid for it, but that is not by design, it is a combination of hard work, an initial “leg up”, and happy circumstance. This is a rare combination, in my opinion. Mostly people who work hard, work hard, and then, work hard some more. Those in the lucky positions credit their superior personal prowess as the key to their “success”. I don’t buy it for a minute. The people I think of as having it all are those who, at the end of the day, have themselves, regardless of how they have to earn their daily bread.
Date: 12:00 PM EDT Friday 18 August 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 100.6 kPa
Dew point: 22.5°C
Wind: SW 25 km/h
Visibility: 19 km
“Everything is vague to a degree you do not realize till you have tried to make it precise.”
1872 – 1970
[Why magic bullets implode on impact.]
P.S. One of our persistent Grackles is pecking vigorously on the roof facia. I don’t blame it for wanting to share this house with us, but still, the answer is no!