When I was making my retirement plans, I envisioned having all the time in the world to do the things that I needed and wanted to do. I would be freedom's prisoner.
I would have the time to devote to my growing little business, without being harried or stressed. I would knit, knit, knit, and then knit. All of the designs that I'd been storing in my head would effortlessly spring forth, all properly formatted and ready to go. I'd spin like a demon, to keep me in yarn for all the knitting that I'd be doing. I would read -- if not constantly, then a whole heckofa lot.
I would attend to my yard, and there'd be nary a weed in sight. There would be no dust dinosaurs in the house, my clothes would be ironed, and I would always have clean underwear.
I'd bake bread regularly, and sweets now and then. I would cook fresh wholesome meals, every day.
I would make lists, remember where I put said lists in the first place, and then remember to look at the damn lists when I went to the store to buy what was on them.
I would go for long walks most days, take up yoga again, and work out a little bit with weights.
I would have the time to sit still, and just be.
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