Waiting for me in retirement

"I thought I was going to become the me that I had been waiting for." 

I'm quoting Grace Forrest of Windthread who loves goats and stitching and shares her daily thoughts about life and living in New Mexico.

I simply can't stop thinking about it. When I read it I knew exactly what it meant to me.  

I thought I was going to become the me that I had been waiting for.

I thought I would become a better housekeeper.

I thought every book, sock, shoe, glass and plate would be in it's place.

I thought I would purge and organize all the drawers and closets.

I thought I could conquer the every present dust. 

I thought I could find a place for all those stacks of stuff that become a part of a room because they have been stacked in that one spot for so long. 

I thought I was going to become the me that I had been waiting for.

I thought I would become a better gardener.

I thought ever blade of grass would always be trimmed.

I thought every weed would be pulled.

I thought flower seeds would be planted.

I thought the hedges would be clipped.

I thought I would have a rose garden.

I thought I was going to become the me that I had been waiting for.

I thought I would be a better Mother, Grandmother and Sister.

I thought I could visit my children more.

I thought I could take them on family vacations. 

I thought I could go to movies with grandchildren and take them shopping and go on lunch dates.

I thought I could visit and talk to my brothers and their families more.

I thought I could have regular big family dinners with aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews.

I thought I could make new family traditions for always-and-forever memories.

I thought I was going to become the me that I had been waiting for.

I thought I would be a better friend. 

I thought I would meet up regularly for backyard visits or pizza dates.

I thought I would celebrate their birthdays (on time).

I thought I would have phone visits.

I thought I was going to become the me that I had been waiting for.

I thought I would be a better Artist.

I thought I would paint every day.

I thought I would always be inspired.

I thought I would develop more classes to teach.

I thought I would blog more regularly.

I thought I would enjoy my sewing studio more.

I thought I would finish Tim's Cloth and make three more.

I thought I was going to become the me that I had been waiting for.

If I could only retire.

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