Pete Seeger, a long-time favorite of mine, died earlier this week at age 94. He was acknowledged by many for having helped caused a renaissance in folk music during the last half of the twentieth century.
Among his work is a song based on the Book of Ecclesiastes, which begins “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born . . .”
A time to be born . . .
I feel that. I am newly retired and yet feel newly born. I am at a pivotal point where I can decide what I want to fill my hours. It’s a strange feeling, one that I want to protect. I need to be careful that I don’t fill those former work hours with trivia, with drivel, with nothing-ness. Instead, I want them to be meaningful to me.
This isn’t the same as being profitable. Or measurable. Or promotable.
Rather it’s about being creative, authentic, honest, . It’s also about pursuing the second dream I’ve had all my life, the one that took over from my first dream, that of being in the theater. I hope to write more words in the future (I’ve already written close to a million) and share the feelings behind them with readers. It’s time to begin . . .