I think I have figured out why time flies by just as fast as when I worked -- even though I’m retired. Why so many of us retired folks state that we don’t know how we had the time to work.
It's that we substitute leisure activities during the times we used to work. In the 7 months since I retired I have had more social lunches, have read more books, have taken more trips than I ever did before. Seven months have whizzed by in a blur. A lovely blur of rainbow colors.
I am also more conscious than ever about Time. How it is precious and I cannot waste a moment of it. Which is why we must spend time with people who are generous, kind, loving and caring. Being in another’s presence means that our energy is interfacing which means we affect and are affected by one another. Not a theory.
And this brings me to the conclusion that I must let go of certain people whom I have considered “Friends.” Many of them for decades. If they don’t contribute to the quality of my life then they are not Friends. Just people I know. When I said this to Daughter Dana and her Monica yesterday they agreed that this may be my Year of Clearing Out.
I really don’t know how to go about it – at all. Does one say, “I really don’t want to talk to/be around you any more?” Letting someone down gradually sounds appealing, however, is it honorable? Or do I tell L. that finding out that she has a vicious streak makes me want to avoid her? That when J. pressures me to do things her way I go cold? That I need to tell F. she embarrasses me by the way she treats others when we’re out together?
Many questions, not many answers. At least today.
I am signing off for now.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
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My thoughts on this delemma (where the dickens is spell check when I need it?)of getting rid of "old" friends is basically to lie: be too busy, blame Patrick's schedule, whatever. To come out and say "eh, I don't care for your company" could be devastating. And, of course, don't give them your blog address or they might figure it out anyway...? It better not be me.... Love you, El
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