Two things I’ve noticed since I retired:
I rarely know what day of the week it is.
When there’s nowhere I have to be, I can start my day however I want.
Both are pretty wonderful.
On a recent Friday, yes, Friday; I checked the corner of my laptop, I was visiting a friend in Arizona. It was raining that morning. If you’ve spent much time in the desert, you know how wonderful a rainy day can be. The air turns crisp and cool, the desert smells completely different, and everything seems to slow down a little.
It’s the kind of weather that makes me want to sit under a covered patio with a cup of coffee and just enjoy it.
Which is pretty much what we did. My friend and I had decided it was a do-our-crafts-together kind of day. Perfect rainy-day plans. We poured our coffee, pulled out our projects, and settled in, working with our hands while having the kind of comfortable conversation that good friends fall into effortlessly.
A recent Friday
No agenda. No need to accomplish anything by a certain time. No reason to hurry on to whatever comes next. Just coffee, rain, projects we enjoy, and time with a friend. I’m beginning to think these are the moments I appreciate most about this stage of life.
It’s having the space to notice an ordinary Friday morning and realize: This is really nice.
That’s what High Altitude Life is about. Making room to breathe. Paying attention to the simple things. And enjoying a life that doesn’t always need to be hurried through.
