Middle of the week, the last week of the financial year. I still have a few work targets to get completed / signed off, and so I have been head down trying to get them done. I have just come up for air (my favourite Orwell book btw, Coming up for air), I am having a cup of tea, and being reflective.
I seem to have got myself into a cycle of short termism with my thinking. Everything seems geared to the here and now, getting through a day or week, achieving short term targets. Life seems so busy that you finish one thing and charge straight onto the next.
It could well be that is exactly how it is for Mr Middle Aged Briton with 3 kids, mortgage, job etc. But it occurs to me that I don’t really look forward any more. No long term thoughts, and little ambition. Caught up in the rat race with no idea of how to escape it, or even what I would like to do or see in my remaining years. Now I don’t mean to sound morbid by that, but if I plan to go walking the great wall of china, I am more likely to have to do it this side of 60. So, I need to think about these sort of things, and not just let time pass me by.
Oh well. Time for reflection over. Deep breath and back to the work….
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I know exactly what you mean. These days I live in 6 week cycles – just get through this day, do what has to be done and keep it all together – and it feels as if nothing will ever change.
Talking about remaining years at 46 though really! Consider yourself well and truly internet slapped. You could easily have another 46 to go the way life expectancy is increasing. 60 is a long way off (or at least I keep telling myself this). Two of your children will be adults by the time you’re 50. Ellie would probably love to stay with one of them for a couple of weeks and you can go walk that wall.
Start learning Mandarin. Work towards that goal.
Okay counselling session over. However I must add that I’m sure this entry is responsible for the dream I had last night, to be posted later today.
I didn’t mean to sound morbid, all I was suggesting was that if I want to do something that requires a degree of fitness and health day after day, I had better not wait till I am 70…that’s all. Honest.
Even at 70… people do lots of things.
But I too find myself just working towards the weekend…. then I feel like that makes time go so fast. March is over already – didn’t it just start?!?
Well, thanks for an early morning uplifting read.