Here we are, already knee deep in another year. The days flash by with blinding speed - particularly if I'm on vacation - or otherwise playing. I don't notice the hours flying by that blend into days, weeks and months.
Observation of the day is how attitude changes with the age we become. Earlier in my career, I was such a workaholic, burning midnight oil over task d'jour. Truthfully, I can't recall any of the specifics of those frantic nights of work. That brings me up short. Now, here I am within 2 year of retirement, and I have such a different attitude. Work is no less important, but there are self imposed limits. Perhaps they're age imposed limits, but I'm recognizing that there are differences.
Maybe it is only that these days, I no longer feel like my job owns me, but the other way 'round. There is a freedom in that attitude. No less dedication to detail and getting things done, mind, but a freedom that the frantic part can be managed away. Happily. Gosh, I wish I had learned this at a younger age!
