Is it only a few weeks since I spoke about all the clubs and groups I’m associated with regrouping and returning after the long summer break?
I’m starting to get fed up with trying to find a day ‘to do things’.
For quite a few years after I finished working (as in paid employment) I was involved with a large charity giving them 2 regular days a week of my time. It was almost like being ‘at work’ again seeing the same people each time, I agreed with the aims and objectives of the charity and certainly enjoyed the tasks I was responsible for. Then like a lot of things, things changed as paid staff moved on, office routines changed, attitudes toward the volunteers changed and I grew tired of ‘office politics’. It was so much like being back at work again that I decided I didn’t need all that stuff in my life and resigned. Oh but we ‘love’ what you’re doing, you’ve been doing it for about 10 years now why are you giving it away.
Because I need some ‘me time’ I told them and began to live a very quiet ‘me time’ life. Doing what I wanted when I wanted with no commitments to anyone or anything else. I was content with my Crafting Reading Gardening Knitting Family History researching Travelling etc etc the same as many other retirees were.
Then the community attitude to older life expectations seemed to swing away from living a quiet sedentary life and became ‘Keep busy, keep your brain active, meeting greeting getting involved, play a larger role in society or you will grow stale in retirement.
I’m not usually swayed by those sorts of ‘messages’ but did begin to wonder if – no matter how much I was enjoying my quiet retiring lifestyle – I was becoming too much of a recluse, perhaps I did need to move back into community life and take more interest in what was going on around me, so slowly and gingerly (because sometimes you don’t quite know what you’re letting yourself in for) I joined clubs and groups that were recommended by friends and the pace of my days changed again.
This year has only just begun and as I mentioned above it’s now got to the stage where the boxes on my calendar have so many ‘regular’ outings pencilled in that something has got to go because I’m finding it hard to find a day to do things – like housework or washing or ironing – well that might be stretching it a bit but medical (human and animal) appointments as well as catching up with friends has become very much lke the telephone yoyo that happened before hectic retirement lifestyles became the norm.
Maybe it is just me that enjoys being involved yet knows/thinks that no matter what age one is, there are times when constant busy times can be too much of a good thing.
(That sentence seems to be as clear as mud)
Does anyone else feel the same way?