It’s funny how the years pass so quickly before us as we get just a little bit older. Each work day is pushed through with the anticipation of the weekend arriving. Those two lovely days each week where we can actually make the choice on our own about how we should spend our time. We can choose the time we want to get up in the morning, and when we do arise from bed we know we have the luxury of taking our time before we decide to do anything.
My weekends are filled with the typical start of the day that of the workday. I choose to wake up early and get those things done that I need to get done. I tend to like to get chores out of the way early so I feel even more of a sense of freedom the rest of my weekend.
But no matter what we choose, the weekend is about freedom. Those two days a week where I don’t have to go through the morning routine of preparing for work, driving to work, working all day and then driving home once again.
We repeat this work week, weekend routine week after week, month after month and year after year all with the anticipation of one day experiencing the ultimate freedom of retirement. It seems that all things I do these days, as I live my life through my mid to upper 50’s is geared towards my dreams of the not too distant future. A future where I will no longer have to be part of the working world. It’s a world of working and saving, living frugal and paying off debt all while managing to still discover joy in each day while on my course. I do all of these things with just the one thought always on my mind, “freedom”.
As a younger man I didn’t have to think about these things because I already felt a sense of freedom as a new man setting himself out into the discovery of a world where everything seemed so new and fresh. Those same things today feel old and worn out.
I often think about the thought of the ability to receive information from my older self when I was younger. This thought is actually quite ridiculous as I know that even if it were possible, I probably wouldn’t listen to it. No, back then I could never had pictured myself being 56 years old.
I suppose I made quite a few mistakes throughout my life, but I know that if it weren’t for the lessons I learned from those mistakes I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I know that I could of learned a great deal from reading certain books, and for the most part I have, but it is only through the lessons we learn from experience that constantly move and shake us into the direction we must go.
So many working weeks and weekends have passed before me to reach this very day. Many of those weekends were not Saturday and Sunday. Many of those workweeks were filled with so many different types of work.
I would love to sit here and ponder more on this subject and write a little bit more about these thoughts, but being that it is just Tuesday I must get ready for work.