
Taken by my Son
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.
Albert Einstein
“A quick note before I begin: In last week’s post about music memories and the Columbia House Record Club, I neglected to mention that the piece was inspired in part by a thoughtful post from fellow blogger, writingfromtheheartwithbrian.com I wanted to properly acknowledge and thank him for sparking those memories.”
I wasn’t worried about being bored when I retired. In fact, I wondered how I had ever managed to fit everything into a single day while working full time. Even now, my list of things I hope to accomplish is usually unfinished by evening.
Some of those tasks are ordinary and unavoidable — doing laundry, cleaning the house, grocery shopping, answering emails, and tending to the endless small responsibilities that come with everyday life. Those things alone can easily fill a day.
But beyond the mundane are the things that truly make life meaningful. There is writing, which gives me a chance to reflect and make sense of the world around me. There is volunteering, which keeps me connected to my community and reminds me that usefulness does not end with retirement.
I’m a volunteer at the local public library’s bookstore. The books are donated, and the profits go back to the library. It’s only for a couple of hours one day a week, but I genuinely look forward to it. I enjoy meeting others who share my love of books. Because the bookstore is located in the city’s main library downtown, people wander in from all over the world. I can’t think of many better ways to spend a few hours each week.
Idleness has never really been part of my makeup. I’m busy because I want to be, not because I have to be. There is comfort in having interests and remaining curious about the world. A walk through the neighborhood, or an afternoon spent reading can feel rich with meaning.
Maybe that is why I’ve never fully understood boredom. Life seems far too interesting for that. There is always something left to learn, notice, create, or experience. I don’t want to let all the things there are to do and see quietly slip away unnoticed.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve become more aware that time is finite, which only makes life feel more valuable. I want to remain engaged with life for as long as I can. I want to keep learning, keep noticing, and keep being surprised by small moments that might once have gone unnoticed. A conversation with a friend, the beauty of a garden in bloom, discovering a wonderful new book, or simply sitting quietly with a cup of coffee can still feel meaningful.
Perhaps aging sharpens our awareness of time, but it also deepens our appreciation for it. Ordinary moments no longer seem quite so ordinary. They become reminders that life is not measured only by grand achievements or busy schedules, but by attention, connection, curiosity, and gratitude.
I don’t know how many years remain ahead of me, but I do know I want to meet them awake to the world around me — interested in life, grateful for it, and still eager for whatever comes next.
Peace be with you.
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