I hate routine. At my advanced age, I have come to realize that I am happiest NOT knowing what is going to happen next. I did everything that was required in my early days and was bored to death, i.e., with house work, repetitive office work, loving household routine, etc. I discovered that my true happiness involved constant change. Weird I know. Routine gives most people security. I finished my degree while working two jobs in one year. I was happy being so busy - not normal, I know.
I started teaching school, because no day was ever the same with children. Of course, I did not have them sitting at their desks quiet and working. I raised the roof with all kinds of experiments in learning. And they learned and we had fun – all of us. After about 16 years (long for me) I decided I needed more variety in my life.
I went into business – for a while it was “yawn city,” constant sitting and typing. I started doing temp work once when looking for a job and I liked the constant change of jobs and employers. I took some permanent jobs, but I got bored and they did not last long. I started doing contract work and met really, wonderful people, but eventually, I needed to take another permanent job.
I ended up working in the government and I taught computer software to the employees in the DC office, as well as the employees in the branch offices located all over America and the American islands. I had a great time, but met a man and got married. He retired and we moved to Florida. End of my wandering ways – for a while.
The marriage actually lasted 10 years for reasons I will not go into here (another story). I started moving again, meeting people but moving to different cities. I have ended up in Florida again. I am living in a senior apartment (will never do that again) and have spent 2 years here. This is a long time for me, and I am bored with it. I have driven all over this city and probably know some things the residents do not know about it. And guess what? Life is routine, ugh. Financial difficulties are requiring me to stay another year, and I am thinking traveling a bit until I can relocate.
I know there is something wrong with me (mentally) – not being able to “settle” anywhere, but that is the way it is. I have always said that if I had been born a man in a much earlier century I would have been an explorer. I am kind of one now, albeit a later starter.
That is how I feel about “routine.” A curse word in my vocabulary.
I started teaching school, because no day was ever the same with children. Of course, I did not have them sitting at their desks quiet and working. I raised the roof with all kinds of experiments in learning. And they learned and we had fun – all of us. After about 16 years (long for me) I decided I needed more variety in my life.
I went into business – for a while it was “yawn city,” constant sitting and typing. I started doing temp work once when looking for a job and I liked the constant change of jobs and employers. I took some permanent jobs, but I got bored and they did not last long. I started doing contract work and met really, wonderful people, but eventually, I needed to take another permanent job.
I ended up working in the government and I taught computer software to the employees in the DC office, as well as the employees in the branch offices located all over America and the American islands. I had a great time, but met a man and got married. He retired and we moved to Florida. End of my wandering ways – for a while.
The marriage actually lasted 10 years for reasons I will not go into here (another story). I started moving again, meeting people but moving to different cities. I have ended up in Florida again. I am living in a senior apartment (will never do that again) and have spent 2 years here. This is a long time for me, and I am bored with it. I have driven all over this city and probably know some things the residents do not know about it. And guess what? Life is routine, ugh. Financial difficulties are requiring me to stay another year, and I am thinking traveling a bit until I can relocate.
I know there is something wrong with me (mentally) – not being able to “settle” anywhere, but that is the way it is. I have always said that if I had been born a man in a much earlier century I would have been an explorer. I am kind of one now, albeit a later starter.
That is how I feel about “routine.” A curse word in my vocabulary.
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