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Monday, October 15th, 2007 09:45 pm
One of the reasons I want to change careers is so that I have time and energy for the it-would-be-nice-ifs of life. It would be nice if I could see my parents more often. It would be nice if I sent a thank-you card to people we stayed with a few weeks ago. It would be nice if I could think of a costume for Halloween.

Maybe in ten years I'll get there. (Today is a rather grumpymaking day; I point this out in case the previous sentence didn't clue you in.) The parents and the costume, well, I'll have to retire to have that kind of time, and at the rate I'm going I will have neither parents nor legs by then. But I can make time for the littler it-would-be-nice-ifs. Small things I can do. Sufficiently small things, I can do now. It took just a few minutes to send a card this evening. It's better than doing nothing. Right? And it makes life happier both for me and for the recipient. For a few minutes spent, that's pretty good. Right? Right.

Enough musing. Something tells me "it would be nice if" I got my laundry out of the dryer. Here I go.
Tuesday, October 16th, 2007 03:27 pm (UTC)
And, you never know how much time you have. Mark's brother-in-law died in a freak accident at 45. Waiting until some time in the future to start living your life may not be a good strategy.
Tuesday, October 16th, 2007 04:32 pm (UTC)
I vacillate between two thoughts here:

1) now that I can't have any fun hobbies, I better get a fun career
2) I lost the race, what's the point?

1 will take the better part of ten years.