An Ocean of Time

So, here I was. I no longer had working to structure my day. It was up to me. I'd always thought that once I was no longer working, I would be able to accomplish all those things I never had time to accomplish. But an interesting thing occurred. I had too much time. With no deadlines, things still slipped through the cracks. I'd always think, "I can just do it later." But later never came, and after awhile I was drowning in an ocean of time with nothing to hold on to. I felt unimportant, unneeded and uneffective. As stressful as working could be, this was stressful, too. So my thoughts that if I never worked again, my stress would vanish were also an illusion. The stressors I'd had in the work place were just replaced by a different type of stressors. Theses were self-imposed.

I wanted them gone, but how.....