For years I’ve thought about my retirement this Monday. It’s a day when no one will own my time but me. No one. Except the bunch of things on my things-to-do-so-I-don’t-bore-myself retirement list.
In some ways, retirement is like being dead. People say nice things about you, but you’re around to hear it. That makes it pretty sweet.
…”Absent a Damascus Road experience, tricksters and wolves do not change and see no need to do so. The danger lies in their lack of self-awareness and the fact that so few pay attention to their confessions, be they words or deeds.
If a wolf confesses, believe him. Euripedes warned, ‘When one with honeyed words but evil mind persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.’…”
You don’t fit in because you aren’t supposed to. Your destiny is different than theirs. You’re a round peg, they’re a square hole. You shouldn’t be comfortable in their company, because if you were, you’d never make it where you’re headed. Before long, you’ll glance over and see them in your rearview mirror breathing your dust.
“The beginning of the end. Something is said to have “jumped the shark” when it has reached its peak and begun a downhill slide to mediocrity or oblivion… It supposedly refers to an episode of the TV show “Happy Days” in which Fonzie jumps over a shark on water skis, …the point at which the series had lost its touch and was beginning to grasp at straws.” – from the Urban Dictionary
I’m a long way from my end.
Got idioms? Willing to share? I’d like to hear from you!