Since my last post about dreaming…I’ve been on a journey. Seems Newton dreams and Pleasant Hill dreams are different from each other. The morning waking up from the dream about a former fake friend and her betrayal and hatefulness kind of set the tone for the day. Apparently I still have some anger to deal with. I tried the route of block, ignore and move on but she is still in there somewhere dispersing ugliness.
It’s very hard to leave my grandbaby, the home and the weather to come back to Iowa. Kind of in a funk about the job. Not sure where I belong anymore. I want to hand off the baton to the next supervisor so he can hit the ground running and while I’m ready to give it all up, I’m troubled with doing the job for 30 years – the massive amounts of technical information I’ve taken in the last 3 years and then what. I just stop thinking about it? It’s called retirement…no one really helps you prepare for it anymore than the lack of preparation when you become an empty nester. I guess it’s one of those things you figure out as you go. Just like everything else in life.
Not sure what I’m supposed to do today. I’m not short on things I need to start or finish. Just a little melancholy with a huge helping of lack of ambition.
Until next time….