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As I mentioned, I've been ill, but after a week, I am beginning to feel human. I spent today in a surprise morning of relaxing. A church obligation I had was cancelled after we'd gone to it, so at the last minute, I found myself in a heart-to-heart tete-a-tete with my sweetie of 20 years.
We spent some time reflecting on the quality of our lives, our happiness with each other, and the fact that our day jobs as educators give a lot back to the world. We also spent time talking about our future. We're at that tipping point between career swing and the beginnings of looking at retirement, so it was an appropriate topic for us.
We discovered, as with all things we approach, we will try to approach our future with grace and joy. We discussed what we'd like to do with our future. He knows that writing and publishing is the next mountain for me to climb. I have achieved what I've wanted in my education, in giving to the world, in love, and in my artistic endeavors of sewing. I want to get that far in writing, and it's my next thing. His? Well, that's his to hold to his heart and talk about.
I believe I am a good writer. I know that most people who read me believe I am a better writer than I think I am. I think that regardless of what happens with publishing, that I will be satisfied with what happens as long as I am writing steadily and trying. Regardless of outcome, I will make a steady effort. Happy to share my stories with those who want to read, ready to tell them, ready to share them with an audience.
Hard work has its place, but Americans sometimes believe that's all there is. I'd like to think that there's also the kiss of satisfaction in doing something you love. I'm tired of our cultural idea that the only kind of work is the slog. I bite my thumb at you, puritans! I'm going to endulge in some dreaming and satisfaction. Balance, rather than success, is more a component of 40 than 20 or 30. Sometimes I love being 40.
Today I am off the quasi narcotic cough syrup. I have started sleeping all night through. I will be telling my stories again soon enough. Meanwhile, I'm thinking, living, dreaming, and planning. Just being alive and singing our song is why we right. Not money, recognition, any of that. Sure. Today's blog is full of rainbows.
Catherine
We spent some time reflecting on the quality of our lives, our happiness with each other, and the fact that our day jobs as educators give a lot back to the world. We also spent time talking about our future. We're at that tipping point between career swing and the beginnings of looking at retirement, so it was an appropriate topic for us.
We discovered, as with all things we approach, we will try to approach our future with grace and joy. We discussed what we'd like to do with our future. He knows that writing and publishing is the next mountain for me to climb. I have achieved what I've wanted in my education, in giving to the world, in love, and in my artistic endeavors of sewing. I want to get that far in writing, and it's my next thing. His? Well, that's his to hold to his heart and talk about.
I believe I am a good writer. I know that most people who read me believe I am a better writer than I think I am. I think that regardless of what happens with publishing, that I will be satisfied with what happens as long as I am writing steadily and trying. Regardless of outcome, I will make a steady effort. Happy to share my stories with those who want to read, ready to tell them, ready to share them with an audience.
Hard work has its place, but Americans sometimes believe that's all there is. I'd like to think that there's also the kiss of satisfaction in doing something you love. I'm tired of our cultural idea that the only kind of work is the slog. I bite my thumb at you, puritans! I'm going to endulge in some dreaming and satisfaction. Balance, rather than success, is more a component of 40 than 20 or 30. Sometimes I love being 40.
Today I am off the quasi narcotic cough syrup. I have started sleeping all night through. I will be telling my stories again soon enough. Meanwhile, I'm thinking, living, dreaming, and planning. Just being alive and singing our song is why we right. Not money, recognition, any of that. Sure. Today's blog is full of rainbows.
Catherine