Musings on a goat

I had one of those moments of perfect understanding this afternoon.  The motivational speakers call it the "Aha!" moment, the "I Get It!" moment.

I was on my way through the park to downtown in search of a goat.  There was a woman ahead of me wearing a suit, and sneakers, and I thought how she was probably on her lunch, taking advantage of the glorious spring weather to take a break from her desk job.  She reminded me of me.  And then I GOT IT!

I am retired!

I mean, of course I knew that before, but all of a sudden, I really understood what that means.  It means that I can do whatever I want with my time.  It means no rushing to fill up evenings and weekends with all the jobs and joys I can't do between 9 and 5 on weekdays.  It means I can walk in the park in the middle of the day.  It's a gift.

And, it's a gift not to be squandered.

And I bought three goats.