Archive | August, 2019

Aimlessness Be Gone!

6 Aug

Aimless . . . without aim . . . purposeless . . . an arrow without a target, nothing more than a wooden shaft with feathers, fairly useless in a quiver without a bulls eye to seek.

Welcome to my world, August 2, 2019.

I am not sad, nor depressed.  Simply aimless, anchorless, drifting through days, taking care of business, where the hell is that rudder, aware of the shifting tides but unaware of a solution.

It will come to me.  It always does.  In the past it was teaching, and the owning of businesses, farmers markets and volunteering, over fifty-five years of focus and goal-setting.  Today it is nothing.

Perhaps it is all right.  Perhaps, at seventy, it is all right to have no purpose in the daily meanderings.  Perhaps it is all right to simply be.

But it doesn’t feel all right.  Not at all!  It feels . . . incomplete!  I’m simply not ready to “retire” from life.  I still have something of value to offer to society.  I just don’t know which avenue I wish to travel on.

And so, for the time being, I write about it, and ruminate while on walks, and look inward for the truth I know exists but which has remained hidden to this point.

More naps these days

I had an interesting chat with my son, now thirty-four, about this matter.  He was telling me he doesn’t understand people who work after retirement age.  He was completely baffled by it.  When he’s of age, he told me, he was going to shut it all down and actually be retired.

Different strokes for different folks.

I need to be doing something of value.

I’ll let you know when I come up with something.

Bill

“Helping writers to spread their wings and fly.”