It's almost the end of January and my Christmas tree and decorations are all still up. Oh I know I kept it all up for almost two years during the Pandemic, but this is different. This is me just being incapable of movement.
It's cold, and now that I'm retired I can sleep late. The dangers of owning a smart phone are becoming clearer and clearer. There are so many rabbit holes to fall down. There's Penny the Talking Cat, and there's Wordle, Scrabble, and Words With Friends. The next thing I know there are two hours of my life just missing....
If it doesn't get done by noon it's probably not going to get done. This includes laundry, grocery shopping, piano practice, and writing this blog. But the BIG thing I find myself avoiding is launching the website for my career as a voice over talent, something I have always wanted and which is scaring the stuffing out of me the closer I get to it. The creativity of my excuses impresses even me. Adjusting to life as a retired person is just plain weird. Having to re-define oneself this late in life was not in my plans. In case my self-confidence wasn't shaky enough, every so often I look in the bathroom mirror and wonder how my grandmother got into the house without my noticing.
Oh, I am forcing myself to make progress in small ways. Today I made an appointment to have a "head shot" taken a week from Monday. I'll probably pray for snow. But if I don't use it on my website they can always use it at my wake. I can use it for auditions, too. Which reminds me, I went up for a part in a local production of "Peter and the Starcatcher" and got it. I will be the Fighting Prawn (the cranky crustacean), Grempkin (the nasty director of the orphanage), and occasionally a pirate or a mermaid. Now if that doesn't fill me with feelings of invincibility what will?
Still, changing gears at this age is difficult and frightening. The cold weather suits my mood, because I feel frozen in place. It's going to take a bit of bravado to start the actual "next chapter". The most difficult part is getting out of my own way. I am, however, blessed with amazing and supportive friends to whom I have given permission to give me a swift kick in the most efficacious spot to get me moving again.
People who were born during the Truman Administration probably shouldn't, generally speaking, wear t-shirts with snappy sayings on them, however I saw one I couldn't (and didn't) resist. It says in bold white letters on a black background, "I can do ANYTHING. Except reach the top shelf. I can't do that" and you know what? I haven't gotten it yet. Why? Because it's on back order. Apparently I'm not the only one who needs to bolster her courage while acknowledging her limitations.
It's cold, and now that I'm retired I can sleep late. The dangers of owning a smart phone are becoming clearer and clearer. There are so many rabbit holes to fall down. There's Penny the Talking Cat, and there's Wordle, Scrabble, and Words With Friends. The next thing I know there are two hours of my life just missing....
If it doesn't get done by noon it's probably not going to get done. This includes laundry, grocery shopping, piano practice, and writing this blog. But the BIG thing I find myself avoiding is launching the website for my career as a voice over talent, something I have always wanted and which is scaring the stuffing out of me the closer I get to it. The creativity of my excuses impresses even me. Adjusting to life as a retired person is just plain weird. Having to re-define oneself this late in life was not in my plans. In case my self-confidence wasn't shaky enough, every so often I look in the bathroom mirror and wonder how my grandmother got into the house without my noticing.
Oh, I am forcing myself to make progress in small ways. Today I made an appointment to have a "head shot" taken a week from Monday. I'll probably pray for snow. But if I don't use it on my website they can always use it at my wake. I can use it for auditions, too. Which reminds me, I went up for a part in a local production of "Peter and the Starcatcher" and got it. I will be the Fighting Prawn (the cranky crustacean), Grempkin (the nasty director of the orphanage), and occasionally a pirate or a mermaid. Now if that doesn't fill me with feelings of invincibility what will?
Still, changing gears at this age is difficult and frightening. The cold weather suits my mood, because I feel frozen in place. It's going to take a bit of bravado to start the actual "next chapter". The most difficult part is getting out of my own way. I am, however, blessed with amazing and supportive friends to whom I have given permission to give me a swift kick in the most efficacious spot to get me moving again.
People who were born during the Truman Administration probably shouldn't, generally speaking, wear t-shirts with snappy sayings on them, however I saw one I couldn't (and didn't) resist. It says in bold white letters on a black background, "I can do ANYTHING. Except reach the top shelf. I can't do that" and you know what? I haven't gotten it yet. Why? Because it's on back order. Apparently I'm not the only one who needs to bolster her courage while acknowledging her limitations.
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