lost and found in retirement
Just when I thought 2020 was behind me and brighter days were ahead, the US Capitol siege turned that optimism sour. Scenes brought back memories of 1968, a time when it seemed America was coming apart. For those younger than me, Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert Kennedy were assassinated. The Vietnam war was raging. Racial unrest and riots were raging in cities. I wanted…
I shared a shift in how I look at goals in my previous post, #365wordstolive. My Facebook and Instagram feeds reflect that shift over the past week. I wanted to share some more insight into what you are seeing and how it came to be. I began 2020 journaling in the Day One journaling app. It is easy to use and flexible. I found myself…
2020. the dumpster fire of a year, was kicked out the door at midnight. It did not go out with much fanfare but with a sigh of relief. It would be nice to say that it is history. It never will be. 2020 will live on for years in our memories, changes in our lives, and stories. Most of us are grazing on the last…
Tom’s memories of Christmas past for 2020
Reading books lingered on my list of habits I wanted to develop. Setting goals, a celebrated New Year’s ritual, is good but developing a habit is better. Habits sustain goals and yields lasting benefits. Early this year, I discovered Goodreads, an online community of readers sharing book reads, recommendations, and reviews. Members build virtual bookshelves of their library. A feature that spoke to me was…
My world takes on a new focus at midnight on Christmas Day. Overnight, the after-effects of the monthlong orgy of parties and family gatherings become real, very real. My habit of diet and exercise were tossed aside, and good times and good food moved front and center. December 26 is judgment day; a day when my focus returns to health and wellness. My mind turns…
November the ‘tween month; in between autumn colors and Halloween and the bright lights and Christmas. November is Movember, a no-shave month for men that focuses on men’s health, specifically cancer. November is Thanksgiving. How could I forget the turkey, pumpkin pie, football, and an all-day food coma! Thanksgiving is more than turkey and football. We all know the story of the Pilgrims and Indians…
I sat on the curb disappointed in myself in Asheboro, North Carolina. I was well into the third day of my mountains to coast ride. Two hilly days were under my belt. Temps were in the nineties with humidity approaching the same. The forty-four miles on my third day were hilly, really hilly. The last eighteen miles beat me down. I was facing 26 rolling…