The retirement life is going well. I occasionally will go to bed thinking that the alarm will go off at 5:30 AM. And then I stop...and remember...that I don't have to get up that early anymore.
So instead, I slept in this morning until 7 AM. I stumbled out to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. I read the newspaper. C. and I talked about what we were going to do today, but after looking at the temperature and the stormy weather forecast, we had a change of plans. So we went back to bed and solved a few things there.
I then checked email and went over some blogs. A sponsee called and we chatted. I thought about doing something really productive but decided that it was okay to read a book. I have this nagging feeling that I am slumping into something that is close to indulgent. I actually get to choose what I want to do each day. That is a real change from all the conditioned response of doing what others wanted me to do or what I felt that I "should" do.
A lot of my recent days have been concentrated on recovery activities. But the bucket list seems to be looming. What about those things that I am wanting to do: painting, guitar, German and French? I haven't made a bit of progress towards them. I am a goal oriented person so I'm wondering if that is the reason that I feel a bit guilt ridden over having a few aimless days. Maybe I'm afraid that the things on my bucket list won't get done and that I'll fall into the complacency trap.