HOW DO YOU SPEND YOUR TIME?

Reggie, a former colleague post a picture of his wall clock on Facebook and asked:  "how do you spend your time?".

Off hand I commented:

"Hopefully I'm using my time in productive ways.  Is doing Facebook productive?  For me it is because I'm socializing with friends, socialization being a spiritual need of man as claimed by Maria Montessori. 

Reggie replied: "It is productive Ninang! Use of technology maybe virtual but we reach out and connect with friends and relatives" 

I wonder what many of us do during our "me time".  Do you practice hygge?  For those who have not encountered hygge, I read that it is a Danish word pronounced as "hue-gah" or "hoo-guh" and shortlisted as the word of the year by the Oxford English Dictionary in 2016.  They say that there is no direct English translation and is described as "the atmosphere where we are most comfortable". "An outlook that focuses on simple pleasures" , according to Montanahappy.com 

It is during our relax time that we savor simple things like drinking coffee in the garden, watching the sunset over a glass of red,  connecting with friends via social media, dozing in the bathtub, reading a book or just lounging on a favorite chair taking a siesta.  All those are considered hygge, because they give us satisfaction that enhance our well being. 

How do I spend my time? Here's how.

To maximize our time we need to prioritize and get the more important things out of the way first.  That's the reason I do my walking first thing in the morning.  But before I do that, I still hygge, as I enjoy my morning coffee; taking slow sips because to me, every hot sip infuses warmth. 

My morning exercise is not just walking, there are many things that make my walk interesting and enjoyable.  The early morning tranquility is soothing;  the miracle of sunrise as the sun climbs up to the sky and Illuminates the earth is always a sight to behold.   

Breathing in fresh air and feeling the cool morning breeze is refreshing and invigorating.  I marvel at birds that fly in front, behind and around me, hearing them chirp as they flock together on tree tops and on electric wires is simple joy. 

I find pleasure taking pictures along the way; the sunrise and the cloud formation that is different everyday are great subjects.  Colorful and vibrant flowers, birds and unique plants and trees  always fascinate me.  Most of the time those pictures come out on my Facebook posts.   

Walking is also my time for meditation and prayer. It is a great opportunity to thank The Lord for His blessings, healing, guidance, enlightenment and protection.  This is when I ask Him to stay with me, with my family, in our home, in our minds and hearts.  Walking 10,000 steps (takes me an hour and a half, I walk slow), gives me the time to complete the 4 mysteries of the Holy Rosary along with my requests for special intentions. 

I made a lot of friends by walking the streets of our enclave everyday.  I exchange greetings with young joggers and with older people who just walk like me.  House-helps working on the front lawn, drivers cleaning cars and street cleaners greet me because I greet them back with a smile.   Homeowners tending to their gardens are friendly since they see me everyday; a couple often invite me to join them for coffee occasionally.  I refuse of course, but I graciously thank them and often chat for awhile. 

When I became interested in bougainvilla, I was always on the lookout for the colorful varieties around the enclave.  Some homeowners were generous to give me cuttings to propagate. When I had enough, I started collecting crepe myrtle as well until I got all the colors from people I befriended  along the way. 

Breakfast with my husband is another highlight of my day.  In between spoons-full of oatmeal, bread and cheese; some days forks-full  of bacon and pancakes, we compare notes on news we read; we talk about the latest on our children and grandchildren.  We update each other about our friends and remind each other to greet birthday and anniversary celebrants.

After breakfast I garden, this is another activity that I enjoy especially when I see my plants are growing well.  Lunch preparation follows.  After lunch is  "me time"  again.  Siesta invigorates me and gives me energy to take on the rest of the afternoon and evening activities. 

That about sums up my day and it works for me.  I live, I love! 

I just don't know whether this is ideal for those who go to work or moms with babies but it is good for retirees for sure.  Whether we are working to earn a living, just doing housework or pursuing other endeavors, I do encourage everyone to allot  for "me time". 

Let's hygge! 

GARDENING DURING THE PANDEMIC

My younger daughter sent me an interesting and fascinating link yesterday from the Daily Mail, Australia written by Matilde Rudd and Cindy Tran.  It was so funny, it made me laugh and  surely made my day!   

It is about this gardening obsession of housewives during this pandemic.  One husband tagged his wife  as " a plant lady". Apparently he  was too scared to say anything so he expressed his suppressed feelings by a post on social media.  

This "plant husband" said he was asked to bring up plants to their bedroom one day only to find that these were two "Jurassic-size palms" (his words).  The taller one was by his night table.  When he asked his wife how much they cost, she said she lost the receipt.  His post encouraged husbands all over Australia to also air their frustrations.  

One said that he came home from a weekend walking a jungle trail to find the entire wall of their master bath covered with hanging plants from the ceiling down.  "I thought I was still in the jungle" , he said.  

Another couldn't watch tv from his vantage point in the dining area because the place was covered with plants. Then there's this husband who when they had guests over couldn't join in the conversation because his face was concealed with vines.  So he just drunk his beer quietly lest his wife would send him dagger looks.  Another husband got tired putting up and down plants so his wife could get good photos of them. 

But I must say here that one housewife countered: "you told me to find a hobby and I found one".  So plant husband, what can you say to that? 

Gardening indeed had become one big pre-occupation during this pandemic.  Almost everyone has a  garden to cultivate, be it big or small.  Some do not really have real gardens but amazingly made do with just containers.  As long as there's a space, horizontal or vertical, we can have a garden. 

A friend cultivated and sold on line succulents and cacti in pretty little containers that her children helped paint.  Some made terrariums with small plants. A resort owner turned the big yard into a vegetable plantation to provide jobs for his employees.  A parish priest planted squash that provided viand for the hungry and unemployed. 

Unknowingly from the beginning, this pre occupation did not get past me as well.  While I've never really stopped gardening,  I became more enthusiastic and determined to enhance my ornamental front lawn because I realized it needed more color.  With the exception of the hibiscus covering the entire front fence, most of my plants are palms.  At the same time, I wanted to keep our backyard exclusively as an edible backyard garden.  

Fortunately for me, I have a dear and generous friend who gave me branches of her Bougainvilleas.  I got a branch each of the Mona Liza that bears red flowers;  the Mr and Mrs, that bears pink and white flowers and the sundown orange variety which in its name alone says what color of flowers they bear. 

That was about eight weeks ago and now I'm happy and more inspired after the twigs started to bear a new leaf or two. This says  I'm successful in propagation. I learned that a mature stem is the key with a few small leaves left.   If the leaves remain fresh and healthy, it means there's hope.  A necessary tip; NEVER TOUCH the plant, keep it steady after it is stacked into the soil and water gently on the sides every other day. 

But I was partly impatient to see some color at once so I went to a nearby nursery and bought a climbing 6-foot tall Mona Liza and 2 crepe myrtles; a red 4-foot tall and a pink which is slightly shorter. 

I asked the nursery owner how her business is faring, I presumed it is slow considering that people aren't freely allowed out of their homes except for necessities.  I was surprised to learn that she was making good.  

Well, gardening for sure has been and still is one of the major pandemic pastimes.  How about you?  Was it baking or gardening that occupied your time?  Do share your most enjoyable and fulfilling pastime during the last 4 months. 

SO THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE 75!

Yes, I'll be turning 75 next month!  I am forever grateful for the privilege to live this long. I feel so blessed; it's truly a gift beyond belief!

But where did the years go? 

Was it only yesterday when I got married and embarked on a new life?  Thereafter, I rocked my first born son to sleep amidst tropical storms in Legaspi, Albay and on bright sunny days looking through the window at the magnificent perfect cone, the Mayon volcano.    

A few years onwards, I recall walking and holding my two  little girls (3 and 7 years old) on both hands while they skipped in front of Greenhills theatre every time we go to the shopping center. 

You'd think that 75 years, three quarters of a century is really a long time but I feel like it passed like a breeze.  I thought it would take a vey long time before I reach this age, yet before I knew it, I'm here. 

During my youth, when I was young and vibrant in high school and then college,  oftentimes I was overwhelmed with my hopes and dreams, I was determined to be successful, very confident, optimistic and in a hurry to face the world.  

But I soon realized that success is relative and sometimes people's lives unfold in the most unusual ways.  There were crossroads where I made choices and yes,  sometimes I can't help thinking of the "what if's"; wondering if I had chosen this or if I did that, had my life turned out differently?   But there's no point now to play the what-if game, after all I couldn't change the past or any of the million choices I made because in life there is no reset. 

They say that to succeed, we must aim high and dream big; aspire for the moon and if we're not lucky enough at least we'll land on a star.  But what would life be having landed on a star? 

Sometimes I wonder whether my dreams and aspirations were not all that big and my goal not high enough that I did not amass enormous wealth and I did not become famous.  Maybe my choices were conservative and they were not about wealth nor fame.  

I believe that my choices unconsciously led me to the lifestyle  I truly like; a simple uncomplicated life with a great and loving family.  "Simple" as in comfortable and to enjoy the "good life" along with the finer things in life.   But I believe in prudence regards our resources because we can't say how long we shall live and what health issues will befall us. 

So here I am, in "the winter of my life".  I see an older person in me now, and it surprises me because I see a great change.   My age is really beginning to show, not like the look I remember when I was younger.  But I feel better when I see others my age who look much older, hahaha! 

What is disheartening though is to hear that a friend is sick or worse, if he left us.  What do we expect, this is the stage in life when folks usually succumb to illness, the time that my brother-in-law humorously calls the "departure area".  Every time there's an alert on my husband's iPhone, we often hold our breath hoping it's not bad news.  And if it is, it is a warning to refrain from food detrimental to our health.  Well, I guess this is inevitable at our age. 

I learned that we must accept the reality of physical aging, we must be prepared for the aches and pains that occur occasionally; but I myself just let them be unless they persist for days and that's the only time to see the doctor.  

Nowadays I receive lots of messages and videos to  remedy those pains; exercises using the fingers and the palms; pressing a part of a foot here and there, rubbing this and that. But I believe in the mantra: "mind over matter, if you don't mind, it doesn't matter". 

So this is aging; coping and hoping that everything will be great forever.  When I turned 60, and I became a grandmother, I wanted to be there for the grandchildren as long as possible.  I started praying that I be blessed with physical independence and a lucid mind until the end.  And I pledged to do my part to take better care of myself to attain that goal.  

So I don't let up on exercise, most days I complete 10,000 steps which my pedometer gauges as 5 + kilometers.  On not so good days, I make over 8000, and my husband tells me not to force it.  I try to eat heathy, but sometimes I tell myself that  it won't hurt to indulge sometimes, "we only live once". 

There are still a lot of things I want to do, but for some reason maybe I missed the chance when I was younger and stronger.  Doing simple things are no longer as easy as they were before.  While I used to squat or bend to remove unwanted weeds in my garden earlier, well, I can still do that now with great effort, but that doesn't stop me from tending my garden.  

 

I am grateful to live in this so called the "luckiest generation",  the special edition,  because we experienced the "before" and live in the "after" of the greatest technological leap ever in this century. 

There is this  "golden memories"  (author unknown)  going around in the internet comparing what was then and now; it says that then we heard the click, clack of the typewriter, now our fingers are gracing the laptop keyboard.  Earlier, we depended on the telegraph and the postman to bring news from people important to us, now we enjoy FaceTime, zoom, what's up, etc..  

Then we were careful in taking pictures that takes so long to develop and accepted the turn out;  now we delete what's not good and even make the good ones better with photoshop; we used to record songs from the radio, now we download them on our gadgets. 

And so my life goes on.......enjoying a mellow lifestyle.  I love being a grandmother that I treasure every moment I can be with them.  I'm not that old yet so I am able to do a lot of gardening, cooking, reading, rearranging the furniture around the house, crocheting, exercising and blogging.  Contrary to what seems logical, I am amazed that I feel more focused now and my concentration is even better in spite life's distractions in this age and time. 

Now, let me end this with a line from a song dedicated to the retirees club going around in messenger: 

 

"In my heart I'll stay forever young". 

I FOUND A FRIEND DURING THE PANDEMIC

It's been 3 days since my new friend was able to join her son and Dutch husband in Rotterdam after her earlier flights were cancelled 3 times since April. 

From the airport waiting for her flight, she messaged me: 

"Thank you so very much for our wonderful mornings ! Those mornings were the highlights of my day! In my very long zoom meetings, I did not have time anymore to write you a card! But my driver will bring the wine! My thank you wine!"

I never enjoyed walking 10,000 steps more than I did with Tess.  Sans a walking buddy, I could only make more than 8000.  It is truly more pleasurable to have an exercise buddy.  Now I understand how she felt when she told me that after her move to this village she did not jog for a year, she missed her friend from her old place; she then prayed that she be given another. 

One of the best things that happened to me in this pandemic was getting to know our neighbors better.  We have this chat group that kept us updated with news and provided interaction for common concerns. It is truly a small community. 

But Tess stood out because we have a common hobby, I walk while she jogs and walks too.  We discovered a lot of common interests; cooking, gardening and so much more. We shared our best recipes, sometimes she would send me a dish peculiar to Samar, that's in southern Philippines where most of their cooking repertoire has coconut milk.

I offered my cabbage diet soup recipe when she wanted to lose 5 kilos. Don't get me wrong, she is not at all big, in fact her figure is perfect; It's just that the fridge was so accessible during this pandemic. The diet was for a week, everyday we did a countdown of her weight until, hooray!  She reached her goal. 

Then I introduced her to sun gazing, my husband's best ever, tried and tested healing therapy.  By looking directly at the sun an hour after sunrise, the eyes absorb its energy.  It is believed to energize and rejuvenate the body organs and turns one's vision to high definition.  To say that she was hooked is saying it mildly because she also sun gazed at sunset. 

Tess taught me to take better pictures, especially of sunrises and sunsets. Would you believe that to include a branch of a palm or a twig of flowers into the scene would create more interesting pictures; be it the sun, the moon or the clouds, making it a true piece of art?  Never in my life that I appreciated sunrises and sunsets more than now.  

"In pictures, perspective is important", she said.  When she gave me a bowl of huge native plums (duhat) almost as big as a teaspoon, I was at loss how to show it's size in a photo.  She put 3 pieces on her palm that hardly held them; then on a saucer with a fork.  Well, it's never to late to learn, great lesson, Tess. 

We took lots of pictures of spectacular and glorious sunrises; but what we love most is a cool and cloudless sunrise.  From her balcony, she took flaming gorgeous sunsets while I did the same in my front lawn.  At dawn,  we captured splendid pictures of a mellowed moon.  We photographed beautiful vibrant flowers, unusual plants and trees; birds in forest-like vacant lots full of multi-colored leaves. 

Her colorful home changed my mind about flowering plants, particularly bougainvilleas which I learned could be tamed, contrary to my impression that this plant is unruly and wild.  Now I'm propagating bougainvilleas from cuttings. 

We picked up fallen santol and mangoes.  Though she has a very prolific mango tree, she wanted to taste the different varieties found in the enclave. We decided her mangoes were the sweetest. 

She is a fashionista, she loves clothes, she likes to dress up in colorful exercise outfits, even her mask and cap, a match. She would tell me she saw a new mask on line that she liked so she ordered several. 

I was fascinated when we were walking one day and I started to quote Elizabeth Barrett Browning: " I love you from the depth and breadth...."  and she completed it for me.  Then she quoted Ralph Waldo Emerson: " If eyes were made for seeing .......And together, we recited: " then beauty is its own excuse for being".  Isn't that amazing? 

I enjoyed her stories, about her childhood by the beach, of magnificent sunsets and the wonderful sound of waves.  Apparently, I'm a little bit hot myself because she enjoyed my stories too.  We laughed a lot, about little things and simple things.  Once she told me that she likes our topics of conversation because there's no gossip.

Thanks for walking with me this summer, Tess.  You're such interesting company. I enjoyed our walks, the stories and the brilliant sunrises.  Many thanks too for the twin Beringer red merlot. 

THE PROMISE OF JUNE

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The month of June is very significant to me.  First and foremost, my two daughters were born in the month of June.  From then on, they celebrate their birthdays a week apart, the 5th and the 12th. 

This year though, I'll be content just greeting them through FaceTime.  On the 5th, my older daughter's birthday, we won't eat out, I can't even buy her a gift, so I thought I'll just prepare dinner to be sent over to her home a few blocks away. 

On the 12th, there would have been a more elaborate celebration for my younger daughter who lives abroad since she will celebrate a milestone birthday.  This year, greeting her on FaceTime and offering lots of prayers for her well being is the best I could do.

June is also significant to me because for 30 years I've worked in a school.  Up to this time I still feel the excitement of the children on school opening, this feeling has remained with me even though I'm  now retired.

This year when the worldwide pandemic progressed, the Enhanced Community Quarentine was implemented.  Many people suffered, a lot went without food until food packs were distributed, a great majority had no work and many died.  Some complained of discomfort and boredom confined in their homes, many felt deprived of their freedom of movement.  

But did we ever wonder why this is happening?  Are we being given a lesson or some kind of a punishment?  Could this be something similar in purpose like the burning of Sodom and Gomorra?

Then I started to reflect and tried to understand, I asked myself if mankind has become too materialistic and too preoccupied with our own selfish whims and ambitions that we overlooked what really matters?  Did we really pay attention to what is vital for our existence?  Did we show  appreciation for all the best things that this world provides? 

Then I realized what this pandemic also brought us and I thought; could it be that The Almighty wants us to live this way; focusing more of our time to the family, less time for gadgets while giving each one our full attention they deserve?  Eating meals together and enjoying just being together in a well ordered home?  Aren't those the things that we've always wanted, yet couldn't get on to them because we were so preoccupied in acquiring more money and material things? 

These past weeks as I walked 10,000 steps everyday with my friend and my husband in the street where we live, we always anticipated a beautiful sunrise so we could sun gaze.  Oftentimes, we were disappointed that we can't see the brightness of the sun covered by clouds.  But we know that it is there shining brightly on the other parts of the world and that nothing can suppress its brightness.  

So I thought back what my good friend Nina post on Facebook a few days ago that: "like the sun covered by clouds, we couldn't see its brightness; in life our problems may dim the light of our days but they can never stop the promised brightness of tomorrow".  

This year 2020 therefore, on this month of June we now anticipate better days since the community quarantine in our country has been partly eased up. We are now into the onset of another way of life, hopefully this new normal which is much anticipated by all of us will open up a bright new beginning. 

CELEBRATING MAMA ON MOTHER'S DAY

What's a better way to remember my Mama than celebrating her life?  And what perfect time than Mother's Day?

What is not to like about my Mama?  I believe there's none. I wish I was more like her.  She always chose to be happy even when the chips were down.  That's her trademark.  

When things got tougher, she was quiet, you'd think she was hurting, but no, maybe she was trying to solve the problem or just praying, I never asked.  I wish I had, then I would have learned more about this exemplary behavior. 

The older of two daughters, born and raised by a Filipino father, an author and school superintendent and a half Spanish mother.  She was very fluent in Spanish that our  family daily rosary was said in Spanish. 

She went to St Theresa's college, majored in piano, minor in voice.  Before the outbreak of WorldWar II, she got married to  a lawyer from the Ateneo de Manila who wanted a simple life, that he just took care of rice lands bequeath by his Lola who spoiled him to death.

After the war, she found herself married with two kids in the hometown of my Papa.  We lived in his ancestral home with his aunties and cousins and I saw how well they got along. Those were happy times, full of laughter, cooking, eating singing and dancing. 

Being new in the community, she was well accepted by the locals.  She gave piano lessons to children of affluent families.  She was a friend to everybody and no enemies that I know of.  She was very religious and a devout Catholic.  She played the organ for the church choir and was active in church activities.  

She was an avid reader, she loved books and magazines.  She subscribed to several American women's magazines: The Ladies Home Journal, The Redbook, Good Housekeeping as well as the local weeklies.  My Papa had the Saturday  Evening Post and Popular Mechanics.  Before I went to high school she got me a set of hard-bound Emily Loring and my brother got a set of Tom Suayer. 

Books were her first and last love. The then famous Alemar's and Goodwill bookstores were her candy shop and playground.  You would think she'd put her money on clothes and jewelry?   But no, she bought books, plenty of books. 

She would frequent the movies too, after all, just like a novel ,a movie is another form of entertainment to her.  She loved to snack at little soda fountains along Avenida Rizal  and  Carriedo but she was also comfortable in chilling at the more upscale coffee shops in Oceanic Commercial and Botica Boie in Escolta, the place where the elite shopped. 

I admire her values, she was very proper in all ways.  She was always gracious and charming but her strength in character is obvious. She is very optimistic and trusting, she had a good word for everyone, always gave people the benefit of the doubt and was quick to forgive. 

Her clothes were simple but expertly done by a couturier, and her accessories were just right and minimal. She could have bought lots of jewelry since she had her own money from her share of royalties earned by her Papa's books; though my Papa could have bought them for her.  Apparently she was not that interested, I recall she only had two sets of diamond earrings and a longines wrist watch with a delicately thin solid gold strap. 

She was a great hostess, generous in serving sumptuous food whenever she and my Papa entertained friends.  They gave parties very often, with great food and drinks. They often danced the night away, tango being the craze at the time.  I think that was their way of filling the gap from  a former lifestyle in Manila,  after all there was not much to do for entertainment in that small town.  I guess that was also the reason that they read a lot, no tv or telephone then, only radio. 

Merienda were cakes that my Mama baked, doughnuts, banana fritters, golyorya too, native cakes among other pastries.  We never ran out of bananas, boiled peanuts, fruits in season on the dining table.  After the afternoon snack, she would crochet, knit or do crafts with the cousins while they listened to music from the radio until dinner time. 

On summer afternoons, activities took place right after lunch, she played bingo, mahjong, gin rummy, scrabble or other card or board games with us, kids.  Before his formal schooling, my younger brother learned to count from 1 to 75.  I think you can guess why. 

We had a happy childhood because my mama made sure of that.  She made our home a great place where we thrived, she was everything to us, the focal point of our lives.  She kissed away our wounds and never slept when we were sick. 

She introduced us to the wonderful world of novels; taught me how to bake, cook and other good housekeeping  activities.  She taught us everything there is to know, good manners, table manners, everything. 

This May, I celebrate Mother's Day with mixed emotions, that of happiness and sadness.  Sad because I miss her, I feel like  I haven't talked to her enough, there are many things I wanted to know about her, I never thought I'd lose her that soon.  

On the flip side, I'm happy that she was my mother.  I cherish with love all the wonderful moments I've spent with her.  I'll remember the good times and the best times, they are great memories to keep for a lifetime.  Of all the mothers in the whole world, she was the best! And I love her. 

IS THIS ALL THERE IS TO MY LIFE?

I know someone who was feeling frustrated with his life.  He seem unable to find meaning and purpose in his life.  I guess this came about because his partner, who is a few years younger asked him if "this is it for them".  

She may be referring to their uneventful day to day lives with no hope to better it.  Apparently he is disturbed that his partner feels unhappy  and he feels helpless that he can't do anything about it.  I can understand his concern; don't they always say that "happy wife, happy life"?

This is a testament that in life's  passages,  no matter what stage we are in; retired or otherwise, we at one point in our lives may feel lost or get stuck.  For those of us who had a career and retired, we feel this way when the euphoria of freedom from the corporate world and  the "on vacation" mode wears out.  

Retirement experts call this the stage of disillusionment.  It is when we realize that we did not make it big in our career, that we did not become rich or popular; that we can't have the life we have been dreaming of, and now it's too late because we ran out of time. 

It is also the time when we are no longer happy with what's happening or what's not happening to our lives;  we feel dissatisfied, unfulfilled and yes, disillusioned. 

I recall a time in our lives when at some point, we too may have experienced this stage in a subtle way.  Early on Jim, my husband was gainfully employed in one of the leading oil companys.  After twenty years he resigned and developed a business with a partner.   After a few years this business folded up leaving him with nothing to do. 

I wasn't retired then so he was left on his own devices at home.  Well, to be fair, he wasn't moping or complaining but I knew he was bored.  Apparently, watching tv, reading books, playing golf and trading in the stock market was not enough. 

During that time, my office bought a sizable piece of land they wanted to develop as a model farm-hotel school.  They want to train students to grow veggies, learn to cook their produce and serve them in a hotel setting. 

I suggested he take the post, though it was something totally different from the career he knew.  The land was located about an hour from the metro in a tourist vacation city.  The climate is cool and invigorating, ideal to be outdoors, taking in fresh air and sunshine while directing workers.  In short, he applied and got the job as Farm and Business Development Manager. 

Notice how Jim was able to reinvent his life, though it was a bit easy because the opportunity presented itself; still it was not along his line of expertise.  Jim is a Chemical Engineer and his career has always been in marketing, nevertheless he took it as a challenge and turned it into an adventure. 

Retirement is an entirely new life and we should understand that our life will change, one way or the other. The key here is adaptability and openness to embrace what's new. 

We cannot avoid change, in life the only permanent thing is change so this should not surprise us.  Retirement planners often ask:  "what do you plan to do when you retire?". 

At that point before retirement, we are very optimistic, eager to unburden ourselves with our job responsibilities. But I'll say it again, that the feeling of freedom and the thrill of being on vacation will wear out sooner than we expect.  

Others may not be as lucky as Jim in this regard.  And so we need to work on ourselves.  Shall we look deep in our hearts and try to find new purpose to our existence, a new significance, a new opportunity, or a cause to defend or fight for? 

Let us ask ourselves where or how do we find  contentment. Are we looking for a chance to earn so we can add to our retirement money?  What will define the purpose of our day? Maybe it is good to change gears, look outside the box in order to discover our new adventure.