Recently I read that when one retires it is a good time to resume what you were passionate about in earlier years.
I don't think I had a passion. I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up and I still don't. I think if I had it to do over again I would have been a computer programmer or something to do with computers. If anything has been my passion it is computing and I have been involved with them since 1975. However in the interests of health and balance I feel I should not look for more things to do on the computer.
Why did I not develop other interests when younger? The answer is that I spent most of my adult years working three jobs to support a dead beat husband and three sons, plus I home schooled them as we were always moving and I felt it would at least give them some continuity in their education. I was so busy surviving that I had no time for anything else. Since then of course I got rid of the deadbeat and the three sons have moved on with their lives.
Since I have retired I have tried several hobbies and I find I just about master them and come to the last project and lose interest. That is why I have an almost finished blouse hanging over the sewing machine in the solarium, an almost finished cable sweater, several pieces of jewelry almost finished, a tablecloth that I stenciled and have done embroidery on half, a weaving project stashed somewhere and on it goes.
I guess the counsel I have for younger women is don't put everything you have into your children because when they leave home you look around and wonder what now. The fact is they sometimes move some distance away and the closeness you had when mothering them in their younger years is gone. I think that is how it should be, especially with sons. The Bible says that a man should cleave to his wife and I think it is unhealthy for too much mother input in a grown son's life. We chat via Skype or Messenger about every three to four weeks and I see them once or twice a year but I would like it if we could be a bit closer as the grandchildren are growing and I have virtually no input in their lives.
I think the restlessness I am going through now is partly because we are so isolated and partly a new era in my life that I have not come to terms with as yet. It is hard for me to fathom that in just under eight years I will be seventy. Seventy is old, I am not old yet I feel nineteen inside. I have a lot to do still if I could only figure out what it is. How about you?