Oh, the time I have wasted bemoaning this and that! When I could have been enjoying the sun on my face and a cool breeze behind me, I was too busy fretting about things over which I had no control. When I should have been listening to the cardinal calls in the early morning, I was busy planning the day ahead. When I ought to have taken a walk around the pond, I did the laundry instead.
It has been nearly five years since I retired, and still I am scheduling myself. How ridiculous. The whole purpose and joy of retirement is to truly live in the moment. I can sleep in, I can loll around in my pajamas all morning drinking coffee; in fact, I can do whatever pleases me. There is no rule that says I have to do anything, really.
Although the rugs may need vacuuming, and the dishes may still be in the dishwasher, and there is a pile of clothes to wash; so what? Unless I have a doctor’s appointment or have to take the car in to be inspected or we are out of everything we need, what’s the hurry?
This is a lovely time of my life and I’ll be darned if I’m going to waste it fretting and doing chores that can jolly well wait another day. While the moon was full a few days ago, I sat on the back porch in the dark and enjoyed the sheer beauty of it. Believe me, that was a whole lot more fun than cleaning the *stove.
A few days back, the Crankee Yankee and I noticed that the peas we planted have tender little shoots coming up. The tomato and pepper plants, as well as the herbs, are coming along well. Both peonies, one hot pink, one pale pink; are just about ready to burst into luscious, sweet-smelling blossoms. We still haven’t planted everything in the garden, but there is time.
The garden alone has taught me changes in attitude. There is no rushing in a garden; you pull up loads of weeds, fertilize the dirt and start planting. The garden takes its own sweet time to reward our efforts with fresh produce. I’ve learned a lot from gardening in the years we’ve been doing it, and each year I learn more.
What I’ve learned most in these years of retirement and gardening is that things take time to mature. There is no rushing, no arguing, no keeping late hours. In these years I have come to understand patience, and to change my attitude about many things.
Most of all, I finally understand that changes in attitude gives us more latitude; in life, in friendship, in a marriage. Sometimes it is those changes that open our eyes to the real picture of who are and what we are here for.
*Of course I clean and take care of the laundry, dishes, etc. It’s just that these days they are not the center of my world.