Rocket Ships

Do you ever feel like you are losing your mind? Or maybe you are lost in your mind? It’s that sense of walking into a room and not remembering. When you actually had to dial phones to talk to someone, it was called “dial lapse.” By the time you finished placing the call and someone answered, you couldn’t remember who you had called, let alone what you wanted to talk to them about. Sometimes when I’m writing one of these posts, I leave in the middle of the writing, before I get to the finish line. Then when I go back to continue writing, I realize I’ve lost my train of thought. What was the point of this? What was I trying to convey? I have this lovely half-written piece about how much time people work, and filled with statistics like, “Studies suggest that you will work an average of 100,000 hours from the ages of 18 to 68.”

I’m sure at one time I had more to say about that. Maybe it was that, with all the time we work, we might as well find something that we enjoy. Or maybe it was about how many hours of work you or I have left, and counting the hours down (or up!). Many of my family and friends are talking about retiring now, so that topic seems to come up a lot. It makes me ponder several questions: When do I want to retire? What do I want to do when I retire? How much money do I still need? What if I don’t retire?

Random thoughts keep interfering with the work at hand. One strategy to deal with that is to be a little more disciplined, a little more focused. Perhaps, however, life might become too predictable, even boring, without those random thoughts. Life would be less marvelous, like a world devoid of rainbows and shooting stars.

Now, back to those rocket ships. Well, shoot. I have no idea what that was about.