60th Birthday
At and around turning 60 years old, I have come to several realizations:
1. After facing my Mother's death in May, I really don't have time for "the bullshit." "I have bigger fish to fry," has come to mind on several occasions.
2. When I ask questions in social or work situations I want an immediate answer. Of course, this is not always possible. Patience has become more difficult for me.
3. I can't drive a car more than an hour at a time: lower back pain and sciatica in my right leg begins to kick in after that.
4. I am tired of being a "gardener" for people who view themselves as "flowers." I don't want or need to put up with "stars" outside of my work environment. I don't enjoy being around "high maintenance" people.
5. I hate talking on the telephone. I would much prefer to write emails. I have grown to enjoy sporadic use of FaceTime and Skype, due to the conversational type of communication and ability to make eye and face contact with family and friends.
6. Perhaps it is time to finally write my autobiography, "Queer in Suburbia," or perhaps as a thinly veiled "novel."
7. I have learned 2 important lessons at my "Bereavement Group:" everyone grieves and mourns differently. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. Also, there are times to "lean into the grief." It can be good to experience the sadness, rather than to sublimate it or avoid it.
1. After facing my Mother's death in May, I really don't have time for "the bullshit." "I have bigger fish to fry," has come to mind on several occasions.
2. When I ask questions in social or work situations I want an immediate answer. Of course, this is not always possible. Patience has become more difficult for me.
3. I can't drive a car more than an hour at a time: lower back pain and sciatica in my right leg begins to kick in after that.
4. I am tired of being a "gardener" for people who view themselves as "flowers." I don't want or need to put up with "stars" outside of my work environment. I don't enjoy being around "high maintenance" people.
5. I hate talking on the telephone. I would much prefer to write emails. I have grown to enjoy sporadic use of FaceTime and Skype, due to the conversational type of communication and ability to make eye and face contact with family and friends.
6. Perhaps it is time to finally write my autobiography, "Queer in Suburbia," or perhaps as a thinly veiled "novel."
7. I have learned 2 important lessons at my "Bereavement Group:" everyone grieves and mourns differently. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. Also, there are times to "lean into the grief." It can be good to experience the sadness, rather than to sublimate it or avoid it.
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