Freud's Caution on Depression

This blog is turning into an interesting way to remember where my head was a year ago.  Last April, I was in countdown mode to the big R, retirement. Today I can’t figure out how I managed to squeeze 40 hours a week of corporate drudgery for pay into my life. Nor was I dealing well with others stuck in the same boat. That could be why I was on the verge of tying a bundle of stuff on the end of a stick and running away.

This retirement gig has been a real eye opener.  I found out that I can do impersonations. Two Toed Sloth is my best one so far, followed by couch potato, slug a bed coming in at a close third.  But, I’m getting better at this whole retired thang. That nagging feeling of a shoe hanging over my head for being “lazy” is gone, well mostly gone anyway. My house is slowly turning into a dust free, shining beacon of domesticity, or as close to it as I’m ever going to get. What I finally realized was that it took me almost a year to catch up on my rest after that 40 year spell of working in offices.

I did go through a period of angst/rebellion with my blog. I inadvertently turned it into my job and so began to resent it. As a result there was the self-induced guilt when I slacked off. Why do I do this to myself?  I pushed past that and sorted out that I blog because I love it. Committing thoughts to paper comes as natural to me as breathing or drinking beer. I don’t have to write and it’s not my job. The only person who can fire me is me, and I have no plans to do that anytime soon.

Post from  a year ago, April 8, 2011:  My Tongue Hurts