Dreading Bedtime!!


When I was working, I used to dread bedtime.  It meant another 7 or 8 hours of rest before I had to awake at 5:30 am and head off to work.  Bedtime was the end of my time, at least my conscience time.  Some nights I just didn’t want to go to bed, but I knew I’d pay the next day if I stayed up too late.  It was not a pleasant way to live, but it was habitual.

Now, in retirement, I still find myself dreading bedtime, but for a different reason.  Now it means the end of another day.  I often wonder, “Where does the time go?” More

Slowing Down Time


How many times have you been surprised at how quickly time is passing?  Did it seems like the holidays were just yesterday and now its already time to start shopping  and dragging out the decorations (this does not apply to taking down the lights, that really was yesterday!).  Did it seem hard to believe that your daughter was already graduating high school, college, or having a baby?  Life seems to fly by, unless you are waiting for something like retirement, and it doesn’t seem possible to slow it down.

We spend our lives rushing around, working too many hours, taking kids to Little League and planning vacations packed with activities More

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