My newest co-worker at my job asked me last week how often I post to my blog. When I first started blogging, I posted every day. It seems like I had a lot more to say in 2010. As of today, I have 651 published blog posts. I told her that I try to write when I have something to say. Seems lately I haven't had much to say but her question led me to a discussion about how creativity never dies. It lays dormant. Creativity is a muscle that must be exercised.
It isn't that I don't have much to say, trust me on that. It is an election year for criminy sakes.
You wanna know what's been on my mind lately?
Retirement.
Doing something besides clocking in 40 hours a week is all I have been thinking about since a year ago when my lifelong friend (you know who you are) retired.
Don't get me wrong, please. I love love LOVE the job I go to every day. It is like no other place and my work days fly by. I get to interact with the most interesting people and no two days are alike. I'm continually amused by members of the public and wish I could write about it.
Some things I see on a daily basis are so sad that I just have to leave it there when I shut the door behind me at 5:00pm. Some things are funny. Some things are stupid. Some things are just downright precious.
One day a darling little boy was in our lobby where we keep children's books for their entertainment. He looked at my co-worker and said, "you know what make this place better? Snacks!" Or, something to that effect.
For now, I'll keep rising and getting myself to that place where we help people get to better lives. I'm glad to be a part of that. I'm torn between helping others have a better life and making sure I make the best of my own.
love, susan
It isn't that I don't have much to say, trust me on that. It is an election year for criminy sakes.
You wanna know what's been on my mind lately?
Retirement.
Doing something besides clocking in 40 hours a week is all I have been thinking about since a year ago when my lifelong friend (you know who you are) retired.
Don't get me wrong, please. I love love LOVE the job I go to every day. It is like no other place and my work days fly by. I get to interact with the most interesting people and no two days are alike. I'm continually amused by members of the public and wish I could write about it.
Some things I see on a daily basis are so sad that I just have to leave it there when I shut the door behind me at 5:00pm. Some things are funny. Some things are stupid. Some things are just downright precious.
One day a darling little boy was in our lobby where we keep children's books for their entertainment. He looked at my co-worker and said, "you know what make this place better? Snacks!" Or, something to that effect.
For now, I'll keep rising and getting myself to that place where we help people get to better lives. I'm glad to be a part of that. I'm torn between helping others have a better life and making sure I make the best of my own.
love, susan