|A panoramic iPhone view from the rooftop terrace of our building, on a snowy Near Year's morning...|
That said, after last year's big move (two moves, in fact) and my retirement the year before; after my ten weeks' travel this fall; after a month, since our return home at the beginning of December, of family festivities, gatherings, baby-sitting, of unpacking boxes and finding room for their contents, of deciding what new furniture was needed, then finding and purchasing it. . . After all that, as I was saying, I'm ready to sketch out some clear horizons for myself before the landscape gets too cluttered, all over again, with obligations and plans and interruptions that settle into an ongoing context.
I'm not yet sure how I'm going to manage this -- I feel as if I will need some substantial swathes of alone time, and preferably in my own space. That's going to be tougher to manage than it would have been in our previous home. Even there, with more rooms to disappear into and a whole big yard to wander, I couldn't help being conscious of Pater in the vicinity, potentially noticing how much I did or didn't get done, how much I was "just" puttering or "lazing" in a chair with my book. Of course, those were only projected judgements -- in reality, he's very supportive of my being less (obviously) active and/or productive. But nonetheless, I feel self-conscious even in my ever-so-supportive husband's presence, and to really unwind and to putter effectively, I'm plotting for ways to achieve some Me, Myself, and I time. (Note: while your suggestions will be very welcome, I've already got a few ideas becoming concrete. More later....)
|But don't worry, I'm not planning to send him up to the frosty roof so I can have our place to myself. . . ;-)|
But I wouldn't say that any of that is a New Year's resolution (although I'm going to scurry off when I've finished writing this post and Catch Up on Responding to Comments!).
Here's one, though, that I'll grudgingly offer up. If I were pushed to make a resolution it would be simply to sit here for a while. To stay still. To be. To take stock (but no lists! Not yet!). As the year moves on, I want to post some reflections on Making a Big Move, on Furnishing a New Nest, on Traveling for Extended Periods, on The Fragility of the Grandparent Stage (thanks to Beth Shia, see her comment two posts ago). Oh, I have ideas. . .
But for now, I'm going to try just to sit and look. Work my way up to some puttering. . . .
What about you?