Memories

As I Sit Back

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It is a gloomy day, here in Georgia, and the possibility of an approaching storm makes the day rather eerie.  This sense of eeriness gives me the feeling that it’s Halloween yet it is only the fourth of October.

As I sit back with a cup of coffee, pondering what to write about, memories drift through my attic.  I refer to the space that houses my brain, my attic.

I recalled a few brief memories of those days when I was employed, and quickly picked up the broom and swept those dusty thoughts under the rug. I have bid adieu to those days of being held captive by the corporate world.

A long, but productive, chapter in my life has finally passed and it’s time to enjoy my so-called golden years.  What!?  Whoever thought up that stupid term – golden years – had to be one card short of a full deck. There is nothing golden about them and by the way, there are no clouds with silver linings. I hope I didn’t break anyone’s bubble with this astounding news! You know the old saying or maybe you don’t – the golden years have come, at last, the golden years can kiss my arse.

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Ah yes, the golden years. The time of life when one doesn’t have to endure the daily grind of a job, the time to go on cruises or enjoy a cabin in the mountains, the time to take time for oneself. What a crock! I am bored and becoming high maintenance. The older I get, the more there is to maintain. There is nothing golden about them except the color I use in my hair.

Now, I am taking on another chapter in my life, trying to make the most of the golden years.  Perhaps, it’s time to make a few changes.  I have made a lot of u-turns during my years, more than I care to admit to, so why stop now – right?

Not too long ago, I wrote a post, on LinkedIn, that drew some very kind comments, which one of the commenters offered this excerpt from the poem “The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S.Elliot.

“measuring your life in coffee spoons”

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I am sparked!  Since I am a coffee addict, can you imagine the number of coffee spoons that I have used in my life?  What an excellent way to measure life, and for me more apropos than chapters. I learned a little bit more about myself today and I am not letting those golden years pass me by.  No more whining about being bored.

There is so much to be grateful for because I have more time to spend with my husband, our friends, and even myself. Maybe the golden years aren’t so bad after all.

As I sit and sip my coffee, it is still a gloomy day.  But, that doesn’t bother me as I feel a new sense of a happier me, myself and I.

Eugenia

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7 replies »

  1. As a fellow retiree, I know how we have to realign our lives when there is no daily grind to keep us on track. Sometimes I even forget what day it is, but sometimes it really isn’t important to know. I’m glad you’re blogging. It’s nice to see your gravitar there in the comments under my posts. And I’m happy you’re here to visit and have a cup of coffee with no matter what day it is… Clare

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