We are thinking, these days, of quality of life issues. Of how much of the rest of our time we want to spend working. As opposed to having fun.
Work can be fun. But they don’t call it that, now, do they?
I do love to teach. But it IS work.
Writing, on the other hand, doesn’t feel so much like work. But it would if I had a book contract or a goal.
Like most people, our resources are finite and we are now at a stage where we need to decide how we want to spend them in the coming years.
We’ve been looking at large, expensive California homes. And thinking that M. would work at least some hours per month.
We’re liking that idea less. We have choices. And one choice is to have a great quality of life for as long as possible. A healthy, stress-free one. And one that involves lots of travel. The ability to go live in Italy for a month. Or the Keys. Just to zip around as the spirit moves us.
So lately we’ve been talking about a smaller home; conserving cash so we could spend extended periods living abroad, or in other very cool stateside places.
Only one residence, though. We are all over the board as to where that will be. Talk, talk, talking. We know we don’t want to stay in Florida.
Funny thing: I’ve always tried a few things on, then set a direction and aimed myself at it full bore. So when a friend mentioned her “bucket list” the other day, I realized that I’d already gone through my list and done everything that I always wanted to do. The rest is just a bonus.
It’s true. Someone I know well got trapped in the career thing for more than 30 years. A couple of years ago, that person said to me, “I feel that I’ve wasted my life so far, and I envy you, because you’ve always lived your life along the way.”
That made me sad. Imagine not making the most of every moment you are alive.
My dream of living on the Monterey peninsula came true because I made it happen. My dream of teaching came true. I’ve taken a few big trips all by myself. Done several fantastic spa vacations alone. Cruised to Alaska. So many things on my list are now checked off.
And God gave me the best gift of all. My husband.
The thing is to see the possibilities. And to be open when unexpected gifts are presented.
I don’t have to live in a mansion. If I never rode the Orient Express I’d be ok. And maybe my days of quick decisions about targets are over, because this is the most important one.
M. and I are in the process of discussing, masticating and massaging our decision about the future after retirement. Our plan is definitely a moving target at the moment.
And I think it’ll be stronger for it.