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Parallel Universe

Parallel Universe

As my days count down here at this job, I’m caught between to worlds and it feels stranger with each passing day. Hard to stay focused. My spirit has left this 9-5 world behind, but my body is still here. Seeing the whole scene through a pane of glass. I look around at my office surroundings, read the deluge of emails, all marked urgent. I just don’t feel urgent. I see people scurrying around at top speed, yapping on their cell phones, sitting in conference rooms watching presentations. Why did any of this matter to me at all? Is it one of those falsehoods that you have to believe so you won’t go crazy from decades of pretending?

driving with feet

If You Did This Would You Brag About It?

Driving to work this morning was an experience. Everyone is zipping in and out of traffic, tailgating, putting on makeup and shaving at 70 mph. Is their life really worth that risk? Maybe not to them. Evidenced by this picture ——————>                               Would you post this on the web if you did this? ***rolls eyes*** My husband would probably break my arm trying to stop me from calling highway patrol.

Does being busy make you important? Does being not busy make you useless?  I’ve been torturing myself with all kinds of doubts. However, this morning the lilies spoke to me. No, not the lilies in the yard, I’m not completely bonkers. Part of the Sermon on the Mount came to mind. This is surprising because I didn’t realize I ever paid attention in Sunday school.

So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

Must Stay Busy

I used to wonder about this. It didn’t make sense to me. My grandmother believed that you had to work hard every minute of the day be worthy of love or even existing on the planet. It made her crazy if I sat there for even a few minutes and daydreamed. “Idle hands are the Devil’s Workshop” and all that rot.

Now I can see that I was concentrating on the toil and spin part instead of the why do you worry part. I don’t think Mr. Husband is going to toss me out in the street. Sure, it’s wonderful to contribute something of ourselves to the world. However, I believe that there are many ways to be useful that don’t involve punching a clock.

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8 responses

  1. love what you had to say. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I have just drifted through life but than I think about it and NOT. No alarms clocks, no cell phones for that matter and no TV ( that part sucks) but OH what a life.

    1. Yes what a life! I managed to get through the first 35 years of my life not owning a watch. I also gravitated to jobs where everyone eased in at roughly the same time and it was no big deal. Now that I looked back. How did I get suckered into the time keeping? Thanks for stopping by. And also a huge thank you for linking me to your blog. I’m honored.

  2. if I were that close to retirement, I couldn´t care less about urgent mails or urgent anything. In fact, I don´t care much now but I have to pretend to. In just some weeks you´ll be free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! enjoy every bit of it!!!!!!!!!!

    1. LOL. Maybe I should mark every mail I send urgent. And use the reply all, and cc all function just to annoy everyone. Revenge!!! Well maybe not 🙂

  3. Wow,that photo with the passenger foot steering is really something else.I’m willing to bet the farm that foot passenger was texting the driver…which is why they didn’t have a free hand to hold the wheel.shiver.

    1. Isn’t that bizarre? If I saw that on the highway I’d probably try to run them off the road 😛

  4. Loved your post and congrats on your upcoming retirement. I got to pull the plug a year ago this month, and I have not regretted it one moment of time. I don’t have to put up with all the BS that goes on aroud a job. The only BS I would have to contend with is my own, if I were choose to. I can get up when I want to, go to bed when I want and my life is my own to do with what I please in between.
    The picture you posted of the texter and foot on the steering wheel is insane. You just never know what people will do.

    1. I’m looking forward to it. I’m walking around with sort of phony nonchalance at work because I don’t want to run around screaming Yipeee just yet.

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