Loving the date…
I love writing the date. There is something about writing and saying two thousand and eleven. It is a lucky year for me and I am filled with anticipation.
I do have to kick it up a notch though in setting up a routine. This nice non-stressed feeling that has persisted since the afternoon of January third could end up a slippery slope into lethargy. We do not need soul breaking stress in our lives but we do need some level of positive stress, some challenge, something that makes us anticipate, to work toward some Goal. At the end of the day there has to be some sense of accomplishment.
I have noted over the years that some retirees work toward That Day. Then with no sustaining interests or motivations they decline, age quickly and slip nicely into a pocket of society we see everyday. The light, the sparkle in their eyes dies out long before they depart this earth. One of the most rewarding parts of my career was bringing cheer, comfort and a smile or laugh and seeing that sparkle, even for a moment. That is what I want to continue to do. It is the part of me, the nurse that made it all worthwhile. And somehow I will.