Odd, at 60? to be in the position to think this, but that’s pretty much where I am.
I spent so much time/life energy fighting the pain, the crapola that came with the abuse, the neglect, the PTSD that resulted from that, yada yada. So, essentially, I’m done. Yeah, I have the house to finish, the memoir to finish, etc. but it’s details.
For DECADES I’ve put aside things, put them off. I couldn’t keep the pain at bay, couldn’t deal with the intensity, couldn’t cope if I let myself get heavily involved in anything other than my…self. Now I don’t need that.
Do I want to go to school? Learn to sew? Try again to write a novel?
The only “goals” I can see are ephemeral, not concrete: be happy, stay in the light, flourish, be creative, and grow.
Hard to schedule THOSE classes!
I’ll think on it!