As a former Army brat, then Air Force wife, I was often accused in my “real world” working-mom-life of being overly-regimented, organized, scheduled. Always on time. Planned ahead. Herder of cats. True, I did pride myself on always having a plan, goals, methods and procedures. I could look ahead to consequences. Was this the result of my military background? Or because I was an eldest child? Or because I studied and made a living in the field of computer science? Cause or effect? Chicken or egg?
Well, no matter. I’m retired and a writer now. Most of my life’s previous rules : those that applied to working wife and mom, no longer must be followed! I can be free to change. Whoa, what a concept : Free to Change.
I can sleep in any day I want. I rarely do.
I can eat whatever I want for any meal. But I actually eat healthier in retirement, not because I have to (although I do), but because I like to.
I can do any exercise I want, whenever I want. I still like to work out early in the day. I don’t join classes anymore, though. I don’t like the commitment.
So, just because I’m free to change, doesn’t mean I want to.
I still plan, have goals, follow procedures. But nowadays it’s because I want to, not because I have to, or because I was raised to. With age comes awareness of self. I’m living the dream — my verson of it.
Now, I know age is only a number, but …if only something could be done about the 60th birthday coming up… Sounds like a sci-fi story needs to be written 😉