Saturday, April 17, 2010

We're home again, after six days on Maui. This is the first time we've been to Hawaii in April - usually we go in January, when the weather is dismal in the Pacific Northwest. Before we left for Maui, I'd been looking forward to booking two weeks on the Big Island for next January.

Now, though, I don't know. Even six days of relative idleness was a little twitchy. Part of that was commingling lives with the couple we traveled with - Art's brother and his wife. Part of it was TV yes, wi-fi no. But in the last couple of days my thoughts turned from the nine magazines I took along to read (yes, I read them all, with three torn-out pages for further exploration) and even from the delightful experience of going barefoot on cool tile floors and on warm sand. The thoughts, instead, were on my weekend to-do list at home - apply for Art's Medicare Advantage and our reimbursable medical expenses, prepare our budget for retirement, and attend the pastry class gifted to us.

Also, I noted the weather on Maui is iffy this time of year. On the road to Hana, the rain poured out of the sky, creating impressive waterfalls but few opportunities to hike to them, and little landslides along the road. Lying on the deck with my face turned sunward was a windy challenge. My recollections of Hawaii don't include weather obstacles. So maybe the perfect tropical vacation is something to relegate to the past, as we move forward into our next choices. Or maybe perfect is a state of mind and weather is just an incidental and I should just get over it!

On the other hand, as I come to the end of my worklife, I'm creating a new network of relationships. Multiple intentional conversations with my sister-in-law Joan were an unexpected treat.

For my writers group Tuesday night, I'm working on a short piece on boredom. I can see, as I write and rewrite, that boredom carries more than a tinge of fear for me. I'm a busy woman, and I want to take a look at how much of that busyness is avoidance of silence and empty time. Maybe something from my past, an old behavior I can let go of.

I'm glad to be back home, even to our gray Saturday sky.


Teresa Evangeline said...

A very thoughtful post. Similar questions I've had to ask myself. We are so enculturated to create our selves, our identities, from our jobs and what we "do" outside of ourselves. It's hard to let go of it. A friend reminded me that we are still the same ten year old child we once were. We need to remember that child and get back to being her, only with a lifetime of experience to draw from, which is kinda cool.

Ms Sparrow said...

I would not do well lying on a beach either. I want to go sight-seeing and eating out in local restaurants.

You do not need to worry about having too much spare time when you retire. Since I retired, I wrote a 120-page family cookbook with anecdotes,
started a novel and wrote a number of short stories, joined two writer's groups, volunteer one day a week, workout at Curves, started a blog, joined Facebook and shop during the day instead of the weekend.

Believe me, when you break the habit of trying to squeeze your life in around you job, you will be amazed at how you blossom.

Cheryl Kohan said...

I know what you all mean...I haven't any idea how I got it all done when I worked. We're busier than ever so not to won't be bored... I'd bet on it.