There was a point in my life when I was prepared to move across the country for a library job and the possibility of entering a doctoral program. At fifty, I erroneously assumed I still had a lot of time in the workforce. Medical issues and a loss of the use of a leg put paid to those ideas and I spent the next few years learning life from a chair and re-organizing both my apartment and personal and professional priorities.
Along the way, I also lost friends and loved ones to accidents, old age, illnesses and tragedies. This also re-configured the world and it was not at all as I had known it. Some shifts are small, others seismic. While I cannot claim any great epiphanies, I do feel and often react very differently now as a result of these experiences.
I seek a simpler life with fewer complications and human relationships, and that,
unfortunately, is not fully realized because as all but the most obtuse among us grasp, life remains complicated no matter how much we simplify. Though I have reduced possessions, rid myself of clutter and items no longer used or desired, routed out two individuals who were duplicitous, streamlined financial and other obligations and work at being frugal, my routines often reflect the medical needs of the last of four cats and my increasing desire for rest and privacy in the face of yet another looming loss.
Until Next Time...