The joys of empty time

 

I have never really experienced much “empty time” in my life, hurtling along like a blazing comet, slowly ,slowly, fizzling out,  and now I am at  the sputtering stage of my life.  However, I have no intention of going out like a damp squib.  Finding my time stretching off endlessly to the horizon, I have re-employed my time management techniques.

You might be forgiven for thinking that time management is exclusively the domain of  the young upwardly-mobile characters. But the reality is that, in the latter part of one’s life, finding a reason to get out of bed can be daunting!  People talk to me about hobbies, joining social clubs and so on, but I have just about run through, tangled with or contemplated , everything from woodwork to witchcraft…no, that’s not for me.  Socialising?  Once you have become a house-bound hermit, just getting yourself from anywhere to somewhere to find those social contacts is a mind blowing mission. So, I have decided that I will become a “mind traveller”, and search my memory bank to find the hidden treasures of my past. I need to be careful, however, that I don’t let myself stumble upon the “black swamp” of things I should forget.   I don’t need a passport, I don’t need to pack and I don’t need any money.   I have an overload of great memories of people met, places visited, life’s great thrills, and , unless I can capture them , they will slip through the tearing net of my memory, to be lost and gone forever.