One day last week, I looked at my wrist in the middle of the afternoon and realized my watch was missing. I've worn a watch every single day for as long as I can remember, way back to early childhood. So, what is going on? Oh, yes, I retired from work nearly three weeks ago. I don't need that watch anymore. Somehow, my early morning brain processed that information, but my mid-afternoon brain missed the transmission.
Life without a watch is strange. Of course, there are clocks all over the place, and certainly readily available in the ubiquitous accessory, the cell phone. It's just a reminder of my newly unbound to the clock status: no meetings, no deadlines, no rush hour! I think I can get accustomed to this!
Life without a watch is strange. Of course, there are clocks all over the place, and certainly readily available in the ubiquitous accessory, the cell phone. It's just a reminder of my newly unbound to the clock status: no meetings, no deadlines, no rush hour! I think I can get accustomed to this!
I think I am extra clock-face addicted. I am the sort of person who habitually wants to know the time.
ReplyDeleteBill, I am still in the very early stages of this new life. I haven't made commitments yet, but I plan to schedule workouts at the Y, lunches with friends, trips to new places, etc. I think that once these new and different appointments settle a bit, I will need that watch again. For now, I'm quite content. No demands, no meetings, nobody waiting for me...yet.
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