It’s surprising to me that it is mid-summer already. I’m doing well on most of my summer activities with a few exceptions that I’m wondering if I really want to do them or not. I’m struggling a bit with content for a blog posts, as daily life is full but not necessarily exciting to write about. So here are some musings for this mid-summer moment:
Doom scrolling. Why do I waste hours doing it? I did it with Covid-19. I did it with the capital fiasco. I did it with Hurricane Elsa. And now I’m doing it with Red Tide. For those of you unaware of the environmental disaster that’s impacting me (and I know many others have their own environmental disasters to deal with – from flooding to wild fires to staggering heat waves), Red Tide is a naturally occurring algae bloom in the ocean. It usually happens in late August and is very patchy. It’s toxic to fish and marine life but (supposedly) only irritating to humans, impacting our respiratory systems. Some people are more sensitive than others to the irritation – I’m moderate. This one started in June (way too soon in the summer), is huge, and is doing massive fish kills throughout the Tampa Bay area. That means there are tons (literally) of dead fish, causing even more respiratory impacts. Yes, our lovely (new) beach has dead fish washing up with every tide, we can’t sit outside because of the stench, and even beach walks & beach yoga have been curtailed. The algae bloom while huge, remains patchy, floating with the tide and the wind, so you never know when the beach will be OK to breathe or bad to breathe. But my doom scrolling is looking at people planning to visit the area and asking, “How bad is it?” on social media and then everyone arguing about it! Why? It’s patchy. It’s impacted by tide and wind. Some people are more sensitive than others. So every response to “how bad is it?” is simply one person’s truth at one moment in time. And I continue to doom scroll through all the arguments, including the spirals into politicizing the event.
Mid-life. I’ve wanted to call myself a mid-life blogger. But in reality I’m approaching the moment when mid-life is past. I did the math. If the middle is one third [as in beginning, middle, and end] and I hope to live to 90 years of age, then the middle of life (mid-life) is 30-60. I’m going to be 61 this summer. No longer mid-life!
Roots. This is the first time in over 10 years we don’t have two houses we shuttle between. For years, I kept certain things in travel readiness – bathroom kits, jewelry, extra drugs, bins/bags of things to move between locations – because we were always within weeks of heading to the other house. I also got in the habit of not planning things too far in advance because we were often weeks away from not being here. Now, there is no other house. This is it. There have been many moments these past weeks where that realization has stopped me in my tracks. This is not temporary. We need to finish unpacking and settling in. Put down roots.
Throwback Thursday. I have decided to do a series of posts on Thursdays, highlighting elements of the Retirement Transition Process that started my blog and is the framework of my book. Hopefully some newer readers will be interested!
How’s your summer progressing?
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