The gift at the end of your life is time. Use it well. You’re not done yet.
Is it just me, or do news stories and articles now mostly state the obvious? I see titles of articles all the time that to me shouldn’t even be subject matter. Who wrote these and why did anyone think it was something anyone would read? Are the younger generations not able to form such ideas in their own heads without having to read about it? Maybe it’s my age, but I often cringe when I read some titles and wonder who the target audience is?
Here’s an example from today’s offerings on an online site:
“Month after Harvey, debris piles show recovery takes time”
The wording is nice, but all it’s going to explain, if you take time to even read the article, is that it takes a long time to clean up after a hurricane. Do people not realize this? Are there actually people in the world who can watch the videos of sideways rain and howling winds and projectiles being blown about by the force of a hurricane, who could not figure out, for their own knowledge, that the clean-up from hurricanes takes a long time?
Mothers are depicted on TV as bothersome creatures whose mere existence torments their adult children.
Mothers are viewed as doddering old creatures out of touch with the reality of today’s society and having little use, except to be a nuisance.
One thing about mothers . . . once you’ve become an adult, your mother has lived long enough to study and be hurt by and to see dangers and delights in society that you haven’t discovered yet. They can save you some pain and trouble, and that’s what many mothers are tryinig to do.
If your mother says you work too long and too hard, chances are you do. Hard work and long hours are often regretted in subsequent years.
If your mother says you’re not eating right or not taking care of your health, teeth, body . . . you probably are guilty of those things as well.
Perhaps adult children resent their mothers because they realize there are still some things they don’t know. Or perhaps their mother’s views contradict the current beliefs of their peers and society?
Whatever the reason you may choose to shun your mother, remember this . . . IF your mother was supportive of you and cheered you on, if she tried (even though at times may have failed) to help you as you grew up . . . she still has your best interests at heart and only wants the best for you.
Calculate how many days? hours? minutes? you give to your mother each year . . . she’s keeping up with it. She may never say a word about feeling neglected, but her heart acknowledges it and she will become more reluctant to say or do anything for fear of causing you to spend less time with her.
If you love your mother, however distasteful the thought of spending time with her, you might want to do it anyway. “Time waits for no man” (first appeared about 1395 in Chaucer’s Prologue to the Clerk’s Tale). It won’t wait until it’s a convenient time to spend time with your mother. If you’re waiting for her to change, chances are that’s not going to happen either. Take her or leave her while you can. I just hope you don’t regret your choice later.
I have been agitated by politics for a long, long time. I’m tired of the name calling and the suggestions that the election can be undone and how to keep President Trump from succeeding as a President.
I imagine myself in a store with threats of severe weather and wonder if I have time to get home before it hits?
I’ve never seen the world like it is today. People have gotten nasty with each other. They tweet and message and write all sorts of online things as if they are talking only to the machine they’re using. They don’t envision all the people out there who may read what they wrote.
I mentioned to my son last week that I wish I knew how much time I have left on this earth. There are things I still want to accomplish, but in order to prioritze them, I need to know how much time I have left.
I cannot continue to read things people post in the heat of the moment.
I just read one post on facebook that basically said if your opinion isn’t just like mine, it doesn’t deserve respect. Well, yes it does. If only to respect it enough to validate that’s what someone else thinks, and how I’d like to talk with them and see if I could get them to see the fallacies in their beliefs. And how I could listen to them to see any fallacies in mine.
I listened to a video on facebook last night. The woman has a very pleasant voice, and her message is worthwhile. I’m going to post that link on this blog post.
Time . . . I’m old and I don’t know how much I have left, but rather than wring my hands and look to see if the sky has fallen yet, I’m going to eschew political laments and try to do some kind of good before I leave. I’ve always tried to do good. I have not always succeeded, but I was trying to help the earth and my fellow man. (no, I’m not a man; I’m a woman . . . but it’s that kind of unimportant comments that will cause diversion from what I’m trying to say.) I cannot continue to allow my mind to be cluttered with other’s ignorance and rantings.
It is what it is. My time may be shorter than I think – or it may be longer. Whichever, I have a list of things I want to accomplish. Don’t post rantings or complaints, or anything else that will serve no purpose, but to try to upset me. I won’t be reading or thinking about them. Most are reworded expressions that I’ve read over and over for months.
Here’s the video that I listened to last night that still is affecting me this morning.
I just got an email from a car insurance company who said my time was running out to accept their quote.
A few days ago I responded to an ad that offered a quote on car insurance. The ad was intriquing. It suggested I was paying too much for car insurance and I should tell them the make and model of my car and they would give me their quote. I went through a couple screens and the last one gave me a phone number to call.
Excuse me! That’s NOT what I was promised when I clicked on the ad. I was told that if I answered a few, brief questions, they would show me a quote. Now I needed to call them? Uh, No. My time is valuable.
Microsoft Office is another service that has wasted as much of my time as I am willing to give them. My debit card expired. I went in to add a new debit card and they won’t let me delete the current, expired card until I put in the new card, but there is just such a jumble of explanations, and the words they say to look for on their screen does not exist. I’ve tried three times. The last time they wanted me to chat with a representative. The first two times I tried to chat, no chat operator was available. Uh, No. My time is valuable.
There is nothing in my life I cannot live without, except food, and I actually managed to live a week without that last year in the hospital.
What I value now is my time.
I’ve been told I’m more computer savvy than the average senior citizen. If that is true, no wonder seniors hate computers.
Fewer and fewer ads are getting my attention. Things I see that might interest me are often dismissed because of the amount of time they probably will require.
Seniors are acutely aware of limited time. I have no idea how long I’ll be on this earth and I have no idea how long I’ll be able to do the things I so badly want to do.
Quit wasting my time, or leave me alone. Market your products accurately and don’t threaten me with what you’ll do, or how time is running out (Microsoft).
My time is valuable. And it’s just that. MY TIME. You can only have a piece of it, if it’s for something I think is as valuable as my time.
I’m beginning to view some people as not worth my time. I wonder if that’s a good thing or a bad thing? Am I becoming a snob?
Or am I just realizing how little time I may have left on this earth and how many things I haven’t done yet that I’ve wanted to do?
I see some people who have ideas and attitudes that seem wrong to me. In the past I would take the time to argue with them and try to persuade them to see my point of view. Once in awhile, I’d end up seeing theirs. Now? It’s not worth my time to try to change someone else’s opinion. It’s a hard thing to do, and they don’t always appreciate it. I have other things I could be doing.
Time seemed so plentiful just a few years ago. Now I wonder how much longer I have on this earth.
I’ve already lived fourteen years longer than my mother lived. I still miss her. I was 28 when she died and it was horrible.
I look at my sons and wonder how much more I need to do to help them live the lives they want to live? They seem to be doing all right by themselves.
I have things I want to finish writing.
I have pets I want to enjoy. Two of them are old and I wonder who will go first; me or them? Then there’s the young one and I’m counting on my sons to take care of her if she outlives me.
I’m tired. I’m extra tired today. The state of North Carolina is on fire – at least the western portion of it – and the smoke has made it this far. I have lung issues and have been kept exhausted by all the smoke I’ve inhaled today. I would stay inside, but my dogs insist they still need to go out from time to time – smoke or no smoke.
I made a pot of homemade soup.I like to create and making the soup was fun today. One good thing is I’ve shopped frequently for the last two weeks and have plenty of food. I don’t plan to go anywhere until I can breathe freely again.
I’m not even sure where I’d want to go, if I went anywhere. Would a trip be worth my time?
Right now going to bed sounds like the best idea in the world, but it’s late. I already took a nap today. I hated sleeping and napping when I was younger. I might miss something. Now I don’t care if I miss something. If it’s important, it will still be there when I wake up.
If it’s not, well, it was probably not worth my time anyway.
I just read an article that explains good reasons NOT to retire any sooner than you have to. I also just limped to the door because an old ankle injury is aching today. It’s rainy and that may be why. Also I twisted it slightly when I got up this morning. Whatever the reason, I’m glad I don’t have to go to work today.
Some people have suggested that I should get disability, but from what I’ve read, if you’re old enough for social security, you no longer qualify for disability. My social security check would be too small to live on, so I go to work daily during the work weeks.
Right now I have a few more weeks off before I’m scheduled to return to work. I’ve found that without the stress of working, my blood sugar is lower (I’m diabetic) and I feel better overall. If I could permanently retire right this minute, I would.
One of the reasons the article gave for not retiring was that many people define themselves by their jobs. They’re people first, employees second, but I know what the article writer meant. Still, I’ve had numerous jobs during my life. Which one defines me?
I haven’t slept well in two nights, so maybe on a “better day”, I’d completely agree with the article writer, but I doubt it. Sometimes I wonder if the workforce needs us baby boomers employed and then I think about the unemployed or underemployed young people and think maybe not.
My dream job – my ideal job – is writing. I enjoy it and I can do it as I feel up to it. I can prop up my ankle as I type. (keyboard? am I dating myself?) At one time, when my ex-husband was describing my writing “hobby” (as he called it), he figured up that I had sold 80% of what I’d submitted. Articles and poems don’t pay all that well, but what if, what if I wrote oodles of them that did sell and what if after being “established” in the lower paying markets, I began to publish in the higher paying ones?
That would be my ideal retirement. The article also said using your brain at work keeps away dementia. I use my brain when I write.
I guess I’m thinking through what I read because while I didn’t agree with parts of it, other parts did make sense. I don’t want to just sit idle and bankrupt while I watch the world go by, but I do want to have more time for myself. For one thing it takes longer to do some things now. For another thing, I often wonder just how many years I have left on this planet? I’m jealous of my time.