Monday has rolled around again. I will be mourning the death of my motivation today. I enjoyed this past weekend a little too much and this morning I could just cry with having to get back into my weekly routine.
Retirement is too far away to be true…if it ever happens.
I enjoyed my weekend of being outside, doing yard work and chatting with my neighbor. The sun was shining, it was warm and I was outside from dawn to dusk. My body aches from being stooped over pulling weeds and clipping branches, but that’s okay.
I am envious of those who are retired even though I am not nearly of age. Not that I want to rush my life, but I have worked and studied hard for years and I am not any further in my life but a title.
And I will carry on, be thankful, be grateful.