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Is it me? Surely not!

26 Friday Jul 2019

Posted by BRomero in Free Thinking, Retirement

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Simply take a moment and make it perfect_Each morning when I wake, in what seems a nanosecond,  my mind is racing with all the tasks and obligations I have for that day.

For quite a long time I’ve tried to find quiet time in the morning (right after I pour my first cup of coffee) for reflection, meditation, readings, and generally shoring myself up for the day by sharing my time with the God I am hoping to grow closer to as the rest of my life happens.

And that’s it.  While I’m trying to keep quiet, meditate, read, pray, reflect (whatever I’m attempting to accomplish on any given morning), I am sometimes interrupted.  I blame my inability to finish what I started, having quiet time of my own to launch my day the way I would like to, on those interruptions.  Unfortunately, though those happen frequently, I’m finding that the number one reason I can’t seem to accomplish what I’ve set out to do – sit quietly in a special place with all my readings around me, in the stillness, pens at short reach for writing notes or simply underlining words I wish to remember and live by, birds chirping out my window reminding me of nature’s wonders, half of the community still asleep while I savor my aloneness – is me.  Yes, I dream of such a perfect setting in which to start my day, in which to reset from yesterday, in which to think, reflect, plan, and pray.  I dream of those mornings, and some of the time I even have one, but not daily as I dream of having. No, not the morning of my dreams.

What pulls me away?  Wandering thoughts of…anything… fly across my mind as I try with every fiber in me to stay calm, quiet, and empty so that I can refill, so that I can reset, so that I can remember what I wish to gain from the morning.  I have gratitudes I wish to express in my journal that I’ve made sure is close by.  I have prayers I want to say before the day gets crazy.  Still, those crazy thoughts, like flies buzzing inside my head, refuse to leave when mentally swatted.

The children are grown, and although we have mornings when grandchildren are waking up here, they aren’t the problem.  We have two dogs, and when they wake (usually early), they pull me away for attention, but even if they weren’t here, I have begun to wonder if the problem is me and all me.

If that’s the case, I have much more work to do and it’s not on anything I listed above.  Oh no, it’s on self-discipline.  First I must work on self-discipline.  What a disappointing conclusion to reach.

The more I sit here and type, the less time I’ll have for all those things I listed, so I’ll stop and see if I can salvage at least a few moments.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll have some success to write about!

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Gratitude – elusive emotion, especially in a high school classroom

30 Sunday Mar 2014

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84a534d852bc8fc544609bfd6961cd18(Written last week in a high school English class)

Sitting in the midst of teenagers reluctantly taking a poetry test, I watch them for the wrong turn of the head, a suspicious glance of an eye. Sitting ever vigilant, moving my own eyes across the room, hearing an errant complaint mumbled into the atmosphere, I guard the integrity of Room N103.

What am I doing here? I’m retired. I no longer help the not knowing to know any knowledge. I don’t quiet the talkative, hush the whisperer, correct the cheater, coerce the unwilling. I don’t calm classrooms, study students, or examine the examinees. Not now – not in this, the second year of my retirement. I don’t take a test on keeping the classroom quiet while students take a test on poetry.

I am wrong! I am substituting for a friend, a former colleague who had surgery, and I realize that old habits die hard.

These teenagers will take the test and take it honestly. Sitting in the back of the classroom (the better perch from which to observe), I still notice the tilt of a pony tail, any movement not in sync with test-taking. I’ve only known these students a few days, and yet I’ve known them for decades it seems, the practiced stretch, the distracting cough, the exaggerated head rolls. I have not forgotten the language of their bodies. I can still translate.

Ah! Poor babies! They think the word “substitute” on my name tag means “clueless”; they would never imagine it means “veteran.” They’ve been warned. They took no heed.

Suddenly, in spite of my frustration and fatigue, in spite of my wanting to be somewhere – almost anywhere – else, I feel a shocking rush of gratitude. From nowhere. Gratitude for this day has taken over this moment, gratitude for the opportunity to keep my skills honed, gratitude for the chance to help out a colleague, gratitude for the fact that I’m healthy and able to be here, even gratitude for the few students who appreciate what I’m doing when setting boundaries. I feel gratitude galore for the friendly faces of my friends on the faculty, my family from my teaching years whom I love to this day.

Suddenly, in spite of the nervous twitching around me, the efforts to slip something by me, the energy it takes me to stay vigilant……suddenly I’m reminded from a power so much greater than I that life is good. All really is, at this moment, right with the world.

That doesn’t mean I wasn’t grateful when the day was over!

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Less is More?

02 Sunday Mar 2014

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When I retired, I pictured my days as scenes from a nineteenth century novel, relaxing as the lady of a British manor might. I pictured that I would sit most mornings and linger over my coffee, watching the birds feeding outside my window, until I could name them, each and every one. My coffee would stay hot, of course, no matter how long I lingered. I pictured my dogs and I taking long and lazy walks often. I pictured all the leisure time I’d spend pulling rascal weeds from around my innocent flowers, and that I’d croon over my plantings until they bloomed their biggest and brightest simply to make me happy. Of course, I’d wear a fashionable floppy hat with a hatband that matched my gardening gloves. In my retirement the weeds would never dare return. I’d be that vigilante. I pictured that my house would remain pleasantly in order so that it wouldn’t take all that much from me to keep it that way. I pictured laundry done and put away in a timely fashion. After all, I was retired now. I pictured nary a dirty dish in the sink- ever. I pictured that when my husband, lord of the manor, walked in the door each afternoon, he would return home to me, relaxed and serene, and a heart-healthy home-cooked meal. I pictured wrong.

Retirement can be those things, I suppose, but I’m no lady of a manor. I have no servants to do my bidding, and most of the time I don’t mind that fact. Here’s the rub. I am finding the longer I’m retired, much to my disappointment, the more I develop the nasty habit of overscheduling myself much worse than I ever did when working. Working gave me boundaries! What a discovery! When I was working, I knew my time was finite. I said no to certain invitations, denied myself some opportunities, and it seems knew my limitations. Here, in my new life of retirement, I’ve discovered I don’t do well without boundaries. How was I to know? I have forgotten how to say no. I’ve also forgotten a life without the Internet or cell phones. Time for a wake-up call to myself.

As if I’m some superwoman (choose your favorite character), I start each day with a list, either mental or written, of all the tasks I will accomplish, all the people I will call or visit, all the bills I will pay (online), all the cards I will send to those in need of cheering, having birthdays, etc., all the laundry I will fold, all the dishes I will unload from the dishwasher and load again, all the floors I will sweep or vacuum, all the surfaces I will dust, all the mail I will separate into tidy files, all the appointments I will make on time, all the drawers and closets I will straighten, all the toilets I will swish, all the meals I will cook for today and to freeze, and on and on and on. In my head, as I compose my list, I’m singing along to my favorite songs while performing these tasks, my version of whistling while I work. Oh, and what about those nasty, pesky weeds and things yet planted? What about my pet birds? squirrels? Let’s not forget the memorable moments I want to spend with my grandchildren and daughters. What about the treadmill upstairs, the one beckoning to me each time I enter its room and throw a garment across it? Throw in the occasional lunch with a friend, and I’m a goner.

What does my list do? Does it help me to stay on track? Maybe sometimes, but more often it causes endless angst when, every single day, it not only is unfinished…….it is hardly started. It causes GUILT.

Completing those tasks may have been possible – no, that much in one day would never have been possible – before the internet, before I had all my toys, before I knew how to log on. I find myself carrying my cell phone and either pad or laptop up the down staircase all day long. I don’t watch much television during the daytime hours, but how can I be far from my connections to the outside world? What if someone needs me? What if I rudely ignore a text on my phone, or a comment on Facebook, or (God forbid) an email. That isn’t me. I don’t ignore people, not me. Lately, I realize I’m just plain too much plugged in to ever accomplish much of anything. Lately I realize I’m reading less, much to my horror.

I’ve blamed telephone interruptions, unplanned drop-in visitors, my dogs, and whatever or whomever else I can think to blame. The plain truth is that if I remained unplugged longer, spent fewer hours texting, or typing, or surfing, maybe the unexpected phone call or visit (which I always enjoy) would be okay. Maybe going about my day without a list would be okay. Hard, but okay. It wouldn’t mean that nothing would ever be accomplished. It might mean less guilt, which is a good thing. A good compromise might be a shorter list? Truth be told, those interruptions are what make the day.

Here’s a realization. My way of dealing with the need to be less plugged in is to think about it, ponder it here, and sometimes to commiserate with my friends (on FB, of course). Close the laptop? Hardly.

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