So today, I woke up all crabby and mad that I haven't won the lottery yet and that I had to go to work again. The drugery of it, the stupidity of it, the people I don't like to work with, etc. etc. etc. You get the picture. I definately woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Since we have established our habit, Abbie and I went for our walk. They have been harvesting soybeans around our house, so the fields no longer have the beautiful drying soybean plants with their colors changing daily from green to gold with the tops a nice shade of reddish purple. Now the fields lay flat, endless to the horizon. It is still beautiful, but different.
I was happy for the farmers this fall. It has been fabulous weather for harvesting - quite different from last year when it was so moist - then the snow fell and never let up until April. Being happy for them made me feel a little bit better.
I realized I need a dream - something to look forward to. It needs to be a long term plan, something I can work toward and keep my mind off of the drudgery of work. I also need to keep my mind off the fact that my 50th birthday is 6 months away - that my eye doctor says he has the perfect bi-focal set-up for me - and that the only thing I'm really looking forward to is retirement (aka not having to go to work).
So I was thinking about my writing and how I could make that a goal - a dream - maybe an income producing type of activity. I had two thoughts - one was to continue writing about our walks on County Road 15 and make it a motivational type of document. The other is to seek out others who have turned 50 and see what their journeys were like. The documentation of these stories might be helpful to others as they find their way in the same place.
Now I have a plan for a plan. I am not so crabby, but I could still use some work on my attitude. Thanks to Abbie the dog and walking, I will be more agreeable to my co-workers.
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