Friday 4th July

Some days are just days for reflection.  I did spend four hours producing a Proft and Loss for a Restaurant, on my day off, but then I was at a bit of a loose end.  I went for a walk in Walton.  The sun was shining, it was quite hot.  I was overdressed in jeans and a shirt, but had no real summer clothes down here.  My fault for having three homes, you never quite know where the sun will be shining.  I looked on the beach and saw all these happy-go-lucky people, all with nthing to do.  Suddenly I realised that I had nothing to do either, so why was I different.   Different in that I couldn’t just lay on the beach and let the world go.  What was I hanging on to?  Why had I spent the whole morning working and now worried that if I didn’t do some writing the opportunity would pass me by?  I came back in and tried to write, but gave up.  All I was doing was changing a word or two, nothing creative.  Oh well, it was just one of those days?

I had a long phone conversation with my sister, since she has been poorly I feel we have got a lot closer.

But it was certainly a day for reflection.  I thought about retiring, maybe on my next birthday, a whole year early.  I am still waiting for my partner to be released from her job, and cannot really make my plans until then.   But what would I do if I retired?  Would I be any happier?  Or would I regret not having work to get up for every day?  Reflections all day long, and no decisions arrived at.  In some ways a wasted day, but then again, aren’t they all.   hahaha