The Golden Years

I think that whoever came up with that phrase was clearly not there yet. They were hoping that's what the other side of the hill is like.

It's hard to explain, but I just don't have the motivation that I used to have. Our daughter is grown and off building her own life. So it's just my husband and I which is nice in a lot of ways, but I don't know what my purpose is anymore. I get up, go to work, come home, repeat 5 times, then the week-end. Sometimes golf. Always chores. But no fire. No wondering but also not nearly as much worrying. I guess life is just too smooth/bland. I couldn't wait for peace and quiet when dealing with a teen aged daughter, and now I complain that life is too quiet.

I'm not retired so I do have to get motivated to go to work. I used to think I wanted to retire, but that's what I used to say when my daughter was making me nuts. Maybe I should stop wishing for too much peace and quiet.

Plus our body isn't what it used to be. I used to sleep like a rock. I used to be able to jog and not be limping for 2 days afterwards. I know I'm a lucky person. I'm also a floundering person. I want to know what I contribute to the world anymore.

The golden years, indeed.