Returning Half Baked

     Retired, just 3 months. Really? I didn't even get a chance to be bored, and yet the "call of the workplace," was noisy in my ear. Late last month I got a call to ask if I wanted to put in a few hours of work in at my old place. Feeling like it was a good thing I accepted. It was refreshing.

Changing shoes mid-stream...

      It is kind of funny when one works full time. We see it so close that we begin to tire of it being so common in our lives. I suppose that is why employers give employees vacations. It's a chance to renew. Vacations are a good thing, however, vacations don't last all that long and one doesn't really get a chance to relax and see a long period of time stretching ahead. Once we have rested and have had a chance to look around, it seems that we get the feeling that we need to reconnect with the world, or old work friends, or getting out of the house, or just feeling like we make a difference to someone other than ourselves.
     When I went to work after they called me, I had a great experience for half of a day. This week I worked a whole day and at the end of the day I felt exhausted. I know, with certainty,  that I don't want to return to work full time and yet the need to do something outside of "myself" is a strong magnet. I have now accepted part time work, and I mean very part time, as in 12 hours a week to allow me a little time away from home, a few dollars to spend on nonsense and a little more social-ism.


     I don't know if this will feel like a drag to me after a while. Perhaps it might, perhaps it might not. But for now it seems to be what I feel like I want to do. A different place to drive up to and park, a different place to be able to help others, a different set of personalities to learn about, and hopefuly learn from them as well. A difference.


     Sometimes maybe a difference is all we are really looking for. I begin April 16. I think I've sustained a bit of roadrash, and now I'm doing some self healing in this and hoping it's not just an escape, because sooner or later I really will have to hang up my working shoes.


    Maybe this is really a second chance. Life is a funny thing, isn't it!


   This has been my experience....and to think I thought I had it all figured out!