@Fast Mail posted:A few years back I sold my business and retired. Over my working years I felt as if I had always been a self-starter and efficient at completing tasks.
And then I entered the void.....the Golden Years.
These would be the days I had dreamed about for so many years “Free time, Do as I please.”
Somewhere about this time, as I wandered through the halls of insignificance it occurred to me, I was no longer relevant to myself much less others. A Groundhog Day of boredom without little consequence or meaning, a “floating ground”.
I live fairly isolated, on an island, there are no children and most of my good friends are scattered about the country. My beautiful wife is my family. Of course, I don't want to forget the cat, Bernie. Zippy the squirrel outside the kitchen window, or the morning deer with her babes. None who are very aware of a New York Central much less a J1e
Came the trains! Again, I was grounded. I had a focus. I was once more problem solving. Exercising my mind, not to mention getting out of the dent in the couch that I had created. The best part, I kept telling myself I never had to finish; no deadlines ever. Quit when I tired or was bored. Stop and take a break of distraction, daydream anytime and often. I could even drink on the job. Most of all my imagination woke up.
Running trains? Today there is a small test loop. My locomotives call from there boxes of purple, yellow, and orange. In my thoughts, I reply “Patience, I'll get there; then we will go for a long run” (Work ! No. I may break a sweat, feel frustrated even embarassed with my efforts )) but it will be on my terms. In short this is childhood before school, the end becomes distant for there is a lot to do and I'm in no hurry.
kevin
No reason for you to be embarassed Kevin. Looks like some good work being done here . 😉
