Strive as one may, one’s past times (hobbies/passions) can be relegated to the bin of past times. Life’s struggles, relentless at times, change the mind’s focus and when the pressures let up, not surprisingly those old hobbies seem distant. I have vowed to make every effort, through the Winter doldrums, to prepare for fly fishing, fly tying, photographing the garden, just plain getting out to reconnect. Inertia sets in and the mind seems to retreat to a lazy state.
I can only speak for myself but my pastimes have been and are so numerous that they must take turns at the front of my attentions
they aren’t binned, they are merely stored waiting to recycled or reworked
I retired almost two decades past because work interfered with my ability to explore life’s possibilities
not possessed of any dramatic ambitions I have never really struggled with life
not possessed of any serious expectations I have avoided most of the disappointments that seem to affect my acquaintances
anyway…a long time ago I decided i was going to be happy
it seems to have worked out
so when inertia threatens…I lay back and take a nap…i embrace the torpor
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You crack me up!! But wise words as always.
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