This afternoon I have grease on my hands from putting my bike chain back on earlier where it fell off. And the grease has stayed with me all day. That’s kind of what my days are like now. Slow to leave. I prefer them that way.
Today I was so grateful for the standing monthly coffee date I have with two of my mentors. We got our decadent chocolate rum balls and creamy tomato artichoke soup. We took up our regular table. And we talked about learning how to live when you’re 73. And 62. And 23.
It amazes me every month how much we have to share and talk about in spite of (because of?) our ages. Today, what stayed with me the most was recognizing that this agonizing transition period that I have been facing in the past year will continue to happen again and again throughout my life. When I relocate with my job. When my partner passes away. When I retire. When I get tired of one city and move to another. Huge and drastic change is what happens. And we know that. We do. But knowing how to cope with that change is another skill.
So today, I’m grateful that I’m learning how to structure my life. In the next few posts, I’ll be sharing how I’ve started coping with the brutal reality that a “real job” may be a ways down the road. That perhaps a “real job” isn’t what I want anyway.
In the meantime, take care of yourself.