No one turns a phrase like the Dowager Countess, don’t you agree?
I look around me at the frenetic lives so many are living–including me, and here’s what I’m thinking: Peace and quiet get a bad rap but the truth is, they aren’t so bad. In fact, they are a reward.
At this age, I’ve earned some peace and quiet. I deserve a life in which all is calm. In which I have time to meditate, reflect, read, relax.
So why is it that I fill my hours, days and weeks with things to do?
Is it a bad habit left over from the days of my very busy career?
Is it part of the work ethic my parents instilled in me?
Do I feel guilty that I’m no longer making significant money?
And an even better question: why don’t I reserve more quiet time in my life?
Why is it the first thing to fall by the wayside in my day?
Maybe it’s time for me to take a page from the Dowager Countess’ book and ration my excitement.
Maybe it’s time for me to enjoy the fruits of our labors.
Can I do it?
How about you, is this an issue for you?