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Carefree in My Labors
I’m not so good at carefree, don’t know how to be gay.
When others loll out on the grass, I’m always cutting hay.
While other people spend the day on some fun and dumb thing,
something whispers in my ear I should be doing something!
When the alarm bell signals, my day’s labors start:
feeding dogs, then writing, sorting, filing, making art.
Even when at leisure, my mind is always working.
If I’m not doing something, I feel that I am shirking.
It’s one thing when you’re with someone and sharing repartee,
or watching interactions you encounter day-by-day.
It’s another to rethink all that has been done or said––
to mix them with the other things you have in your head.
If I put them all together, they make a lovely story––
sometimes love and romance and sometimes sad and gory.
And that is what I think about even in my bed.
I guess my retirement will be when I am dead.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
That’s exactly the way I was until a couple of years ago – I never thought I would lose it…
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I think I’m more lighthearted now than I ever was in the past … that’s something. Not having to get to work on time really helps!
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Because I’m doing what I want to, I think I am generally lighthearted. Just not very good at doing nothing..I am doing something from the time I wake up to the time I regretfully go to sleep. I actually feel guilty reading a book or watching a film unless I’m doing something else at the same time. That is, listening to a book while I drive or work in the studio or watching a film when I’m working out in the pool. It wasn’t always this way, and of course this is my choice..not like the chain gang. Lucky me.
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Nice piece 🙂
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Thanks, Belle!
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Judy, we are in the same boat.
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Maybe we should start a support group. Or perhaps these blogs are support groups!!!
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I agree.
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