What’s the Hurry?

To you who follow my blog, please know that yesterday I finally took care of the fifth (bottom) drawer of my dresser. There was so much stuff crammed in there that I had to yank stuff out as if I were birthing a small elephant. Once it was all out, it was a lot easier to assign places for everything from bathing suits to a few forgotten pairs of jeans.

Now that the entire dresser is in ship-shape and Bristol fashion, I feel both happy and proud. Gone are the days when I have to rush; these are the sweet and comfortable days where there is no longer a need to hurry. Of course, there are many other places in the house that badly need my help, but over time I’ve realized that there really isn’t a need to hurry.

The old hurry-hurry syndrome I used to live by is long gone, and I don’t miss it a bit. It’s so much easier on the heart, mind and soul to just work on a project calmly, and stop when you start to get cranky. At my age, there’s no one poking me in the back to hurry up and get it all done. I’m retired, and I can do whatever the hell I want to—or not at all.

Besides, it’s so much easier to just work on something until I’m either 1) bored to death with it, 2) too angry to work on the “something” to do it right, and 3) take a very long break (or just drop everything for the rest of the day) and watch TV, read, make a sandwich, go for a walk or just lie around like a happy slug. Who cares?

Remembering how much anxiety and worry I used to have back in the day to get everything done, retirement is absolutely heavenly. You become your own boss, and you can take all the coffee breaks you want. At this age, there’s no need to hurry or worry. I stand by my favorite phrase these days: “I’ll get to it when I get to it.” That’s just how I roll now, and life is good. REALLY good!

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