Time

It's a gorgeous day to-day.
It's not raining, the sun is out, there's a breze, and I'll be damned if I'm going to sit at home and vegetate. The problem is what to do. Or where to go.

Sometimes I think this part time job is great. I have the luxury of time. And that's a lot to take for granted. I think back on the days when I used to do corporate. Nuh uh. Time was something I gave totally to the comapnies I worked for.

Bad time management, you say? Perhaps. But a lot of it has to do with the fact that I've always been in the service line and that's one industry, in Singapore, that has a lot of growing up to do. I loved it, but it was tough going.

So now I have time.
Time to spend languidly at home. Time to take a walk and admire the sunset. Time spent waiting on the MasterChief to finish up his contract so we can start a new chapter. Together. But I worry (of course I worry!). His retirement plans involve a sport fishing charter and I worry about the way fuel prices are going. I am a little apprehensive about starting life anew with someone who has retired because *I* am not ready to retire.

And yet... and yet.... Bernie got her horoscope friend to do a Tarot reading for me. Apparently time is all I have right now - according to the cards, I'm supposed to just go with the flow and that all my worries are all in my mind.


Funny how the mind works. Is all this time good for me? Or bad?