I’m a Caterpillar

butterflyWhat did 40 years of working for someone else teach me? Well, it taught me how to work for someone else. I used to think I was hard on myself, but I’m actually a pretty lenient task master. Way too lenient to tell the truth.

I learned how to plan stuff for other people because I had to, and I was good at it. What I need to do is take all the things I’ve learned and put them to use for me. The me that I want to become. Figuring out what me I want to become makes as much sense right now as asking a caterpillar what kind of butterfly it’s going to become. Or maybe it won’t, what if it is going to be a moth. Oh my God, this is getting confusing now.

I know now that I didn’t spend a lot of time planning on what to do once I retired because I didn’t think I ever would or could. I did retire and a year later I’m standing here with my thumb up my wazoo wondering what the hell happened. All the things that I thought I wanted to do somehow don’t seem to interest me now that I have the time to do them. They are no longer forbidden fruit or pipe dreams.

The one thing I do like to do, no matter what, is travel. One problem I’m bumping up against is the Mr. Husband and I have a very different definition of travel. I like to throw stuff in the general direction of my suitcase and leave. Leave being the operative word, the destination only matters if I’m going to need adaptor plugs for my laptop.

The Hubman wants to spend to 2 weeks packing everything into a giant bag that requires a crane to lift out of the house. If his mother is coming with us, wee haa. We all trundle into his giant pickup truck that he has trouble parking anywhere other than the far end of runways in large airports. Preferable the kind that accommodate a 747, which is slightly smaller than his truck. Then the freaking and shrieking will begin. He and his mother can argue about what color the sky is for an hour and a half.

Maybe I need to start some kind of travel planning calendar. This waiting until I can’t stand another minute in this house to plan my escape isn’t working well. I end up lurching away to anywhere without getting to look forward to it. And that’s half the fun. Heading to Kentucky to buy a donut at a truck stop becomes a likely possibility when I’m desperate.

Somewhere in between writing and leaving town there has to be a place for me to get my groove on. I’m going to figure out what it is or die trying. This will eventually happen anyway when I reach the respectable age of 135.

6 responses

  1. You could set out on your own or with travel buddies (other than The Hub) and travel near and far. I know you have done a bit of that with family. Once you have done that solo or with others, maybe The Honey will want to get in on the easy going travel action?

    1. Yes I have done it…a lot actually. I’ve been listening to Mr. Husband saying, we can’t afford it for so long that I started believing it. I have money saved for this very purpose. What I need to get past is that he seems to think that if we can’t travel in the style that he wants to travel, then we should stay home.

  2. I’m standing right there with you. Sometimes (usually at night) I think about involving myself in a regular exercise program (Never exercised before, why would I start now? LOL) Other times I think about writing a book, and the list goes on. When morning comes, I find other nonsense to occupy my time and then I started my blog (just a week or so back) who knows whats next for us 🙂

    1. Congratulations on starting your blog. It’s an adventure that is beyond anything you can imagine.

  3. I, too, am getting cabin fever! And I LOVE to travel. I understand.
    Hugs,
    Kathy

    1. Ah, cabin fever. There’s nothing like it….thank God!

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: