Sunday Storms and Scheming...
This is the first day of the last week at my current job. On Thursday, I will turn in my keys and head out into the world of uncertainty known as my first retirement. It is currently raining outside with rumors of severe storms on the way. I have tickets to see Disclosure Day this morning, and I am hoping that the storm activity will not lead us to huddle in the lobby like I had to do during Avengers: Endgame. That was an interesting evening that ended up in a Tornado warning that wiped out houses and trees about a mile away from the theater.
Last night, I was unable to sleep, so I sat down and worked in my home planner/journal thing. It is hard to describe exactly what that book is to me, but it is where I keep track of all the things that I want to keep track of. Since the day of retiring is rapidly approaching, I am getting ready for what life will look like next week at this time.
A couple of weeks ago, I set up the pages for the rest of the year. The planner will last me an entire year with pages left for other things as well. I started using up some of those other pages with my diet plan and my retirement plan as well. I thought about what an ideal day would look like, and I wrote that down. I did not define when things would happen because I am hoping that I will get into a pattern of sleeping later and staying up later as well.
It was fun to put together the new pages. I am doing the Weight Watchers points program, so I am working on eating better. I made a bunch of cheerful rainbow colored pages to track my thoughts, my habits, preferred foods, zero point foods, and menu planning. I also did another spread of pages all about what I want my first retirement to be. I decorated the pages with color and washi tape and lettering. It was a peaceful time that ushered me into sleep.
I am almost finished cleaning the music therapy space at my job. I have pictures to take down and the work planner to pack up, but I also need to throw away an old vacuum, put things away in different cabinets, and do my best to make the next therapist's space welcoming. I hope that she loves the job as much as I have.
Four more commutes. Four more days. That's it. On Thursday afternoon, I will be done. I am trying to wrap my head around that fact, and it is getting a little bit easier to understand. I anticipate lots less gasoline bills and more utility bills. I hope to go to a movie every week - during the week, no less. I want to cook different things, and Thursdays will be my cheat days where I use up all of my points. I want to do things out of my home - things like choir or crafting or library programs. There are many options in my current town, and I know that there will be just as many options in my new town (I don't know for sure when I'm moving, Kelly! - Don't ask!!). I want to live a life that allows me to be creative in all that I do.
To that end, I am announcing my first ever subscription box for busy, budget-minded music therapists. This creative endeavour is one of many that I am embarking upon for the rest of this year. This box of stuff will be specifically curated for music therapists who work in preschool and school programs and will include a sing about songs edition, a theme, and lots of resources. I will offer both a digital format and an actual box that has hard copies of all of the TMEs as well as the music and extra stuff as well.
The first box will be available in August, and sign-ups will happen soon. I will have a set number of physical boxes available, so it will be a first come, first served type of situation.
The first theme is sing about the ocean. Watch my social media for information on how to sign up.
There's the scheme part of this blog post. The storms are not happening right now - we just have rain. I hope that your Sunday is a good one. I will be having noodles at some point to celebrate my father who passed away five and a half years ago. We do noodles on his days because that was his favorite food - something he denied himself for his life due to his need to diet most of the time. My noodles will be supplemented with cabbage, but that's okay. I will still be getting noodles for him. It is time to go into the world to do Sunday stuff.
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