This week I've been thinking about my future and my inability to get motivated about planning it.
Here I am, 60 years old, in reasonable health, looking to the future without much enthusiasm for anything.
In the past week I've had lunch with three different women about my age, plus or minus ten years. They all stopped working within the last year or a little longer. We all seem to be going through the same mental shutdown.
We're all intelligent, former professional women who have only recently learned the beauty of not being motivated, not excelling in anything, having time to do nothing, and wearing jeans/sweats and comfortable shoes.
None of us want to commit to any new obligations right now. It's enough that we plan lunch out with a friend who will understand if we need to change the date. That's just about as committed as we want to be.
So what's the point of this post? I'm not sure. I thought if I wrote it down maybe some great insight would transpire. It didn't.
I think I'll go knit.