Having a slow start to this day which has a most familiar March look about it. Monochromatic just gray/white set against the darker gray of the trees surrounding the house. Earlier I was thinking of what I could accomplish before 8 am in my working life, which is a time that is still very much alive in my mind. Now it seems a bit of a challenge to get only me showered and fed by that time. I think I was addicted to the urgency of it all back then, maybe a bit of a workaholic. After so many decades of living by the hands on the clock, those hurry-up habits are hard to relinquish. Now I have to keep reminding myself to slow down, that I can take the time to stitch or read in the middle of the day or even watch a movie if I want to; that if I don't get some chore or other done today, I can just as easily do it tomorrow. Of course, being me means I still enforce pressure on myself sometimes about appointments and obligations, but I notice that too is easing.
When choosing retirement, I worried about what I would make of the state of empty time that stretched before me. How would I cope; without the clock what would I ever accomplish? Turns out, it was all fine for me. For look at me now, here I am enjoying a slow start to this day, sipping coffee and writing, something unheard of for a weekday morning back then.
I'm also keeping an eye on the birds. The day of calendar spring, here's nature's sign at my front feeder.