I'm in my second year of retirement and I love it. I live alone and I love it. I have my son and his family close at hand and I love it. I live in a community of my peers and if I so choose I can engage socially with my neighbors and fellow residents at various occasions and events. Mostly, I don't. I'm just happy and content to be by myself, other than the time I spend with my family. Hours can pass in total quiet on any given day. It is luxurious.
Since I was a kid, reading has been a constant companion in my self imposed solitude, and I love Substack for giving me a huge variety of resources to feed my mind, excite me, entertain me, and broaden my knowledge of the world. When I was a wife, mother and working woman I would often fantasize about a time when there would be few real demands on my time so that I could write and read as much as I wanted. Sadly, I don't write nearly as much as I imagined I would. My own Substack has been ignored for nearly a year. Of the Substack authors I read, I often post a comment, as I'm doing now, which seems to fulfill my writing inclinations.
Joyfully, gardening season is here, and soon I will be digging and planting and caring for my plant companions. In fact starting today I will head out to the garden stores and bring home some pansies and other cool-loving spring flowers to dress up my landscaping. Where I live the daffodils have been brightening many cloudy days for several weeks with their lovely sunny yellows.
Happily, I live in a place where I can take my daily 45 min walks in pleasant and safe surroundings without worry or concerns. Peace and quiet reign supreme. I wish everyone who posses quiet natures and value a quiet life could enjoy the same.
I don't want you to hate Substack for the selfish reason that I truly enjoy reading your contemplations, both personal and culture-wide, and would miss you if you go away.
What a wonderful response to the positivity challenge! Thank you. I would miss my Substack connections as well, so I guess I will stick around while attempting to find ways to shield myself from the negativity.
I truly can't imagine who would read your contemplations and find anything to criticize or castigate. I suppose there are always those, strangers specifically, who cannot tolerate a different opinion than their own, or have an inflated idea that their opinions of how anyone else should conduct themselves should be heeded. Ignore them as much as possible if their tone evidences superiority or arrogance. Some of them simply enjoy trolling and hope they are causing pain or anger.
I, for one, encourage you to keep writing, singing and sharing both with your readers and subscribers, which I hope are growing by the day.
I made your recipe for sandwich bread and it changed my life. 🤣 I will always be grateful to Substack, if only for the sake of that recipe!
Thank you ! This made my day :)
I'm in my second year of retirement and I love it. I live alone and I love it. I have my son and his family close at hand and I love it. I live in a community of my peers and if I so choose I can engage socially with my neighbors and fellow residents at various occasions and events. Mostly, I don't. I'm just happy and content to be by myself, other than the time I spend with my family. Hours can pass in total quiet on any given day. It is luxurious.
Since I was a kid, reading has been a constant companion in my self imposed solitude, and I love Substack for giving me a huge variety of resources to feed my mind, excite me, entertain me, and broaden my knowledge of the world. When I was a wife, mother and working woman I would often fantasize about a time when there would be few real demands on my time so that I could write and read as much as I wanted. Sadly, I don't write nearly as much as I imagined I would. My own Substack has been ignored for nearly a year. Of the Substack authors I read, I often post a comment, as I'm doing now, which seems to fulfill my writing inclinations.
Joyfully, gardening season is here, and soon I will be digging and planting and caring for my plant companions. In fact starting today I will head out to the garden stores and bring home some pansies and other cool-loving spring flowers to dress up my landscaping. Where I live the daffodils have been brightening many cloudy days for several weeks with their lovely sunny yellows.
Happily, I live in a place where I can take my daily 45 min walks in pleasant and safe surroundings without worry or concerns. Peace and quiet reign supreme. I wish everyone who posses quiet natures and value a quiet life could enjoy the same.
I don't want you to hate Substack for the selfish reason that I truly enjoy reading your contemplations, both personal and culture-wide, and would miss you if you go away.
Happy Easter everyone.
What a wonderful response to the positivity challenge! Thank you. I would miss my Substack connections as well, so I guess I will stick around while attempting to find ways to shield myself from the negativity.
I truly can't imagine who would read your contemplations and find anything to criticize or castigate. I suppose there are always those, strangers specifically, who cannot tolerate a different opinion than their own, or have an inflated idea that their opinions of how anyone else should conduct themselves should be heeded. Ignore them as much as possible if their tone evidences superiority or arrogance. Some of them simply enjoy trolling and hope they are causing pain or anger.
I, for one, encourage you to keep writing, singing and sharing both with your readers and subscribers, which I hope are growing by the day.
It is changing on here I agree, and part of me adapts and rolls with the changes but part of me wants to nurture the origin garden we had.
Agreed.
Great post!
Thanks :)
I recommend square dancing