The delights of getting up earlier than the nun at the weekend is I get to just spend time ‘being’. Not having to worry about a voice calling…having to make decisions and then promptly being asked if I had considered something. A chance to get up to date with recorded programmes or read or just look at the world around.
It is a chance to dream of ‘What if…’ or just not think about anything.
Sometimes I sit and wonder about those I read…what are they really like? what is where they are like? how much do we let the world into our life? All hypothetical but good harmless fun. Especially thinking of the reverse…what do others see of my being, pace etc. It doesn’t matter but good fun anyway.
As we age it is inevitable that we lose people both where they just leave our list of friends or contacts but also really leave. I was told just this week of a former nursing colleague of mine who had died. He had only retired earlier this year…and was younger than I. Puts into perspective that length of life is not decided by what we wish, want or would like. And at the end of the day it will happen to us all so enjoy or at least survive what we have.