Road in Retirement

    I got nothing. Nada. Zilch. No inspiration. I've silently been waiting for the muse to show up. But it hasn't. Some people call this writer's block. I call it stagnation.I have been stagnant in writing my blog. How can a writer be blocked living in a world like this with so many topics  to write about? There's always something in the news  to ponder. Opinions to postulate. But lately my blog has suffered from my stagnation.             It's not that I can't (on purpose double negative; that means I can find something to write about)  I could extol the merits of volunteers, using those who give of their time selflessly at the YCMA. in my city. Without the aid of these folks, the Parkinson's programming at the Y would suffer deep setbacks. From teaching participants how to play the harmonica to holding  the boxing bag in Rock Steady Boxing to teaching a class to work on our speech--all of this is possible because of the efforts of a few.     I could wax p

      Recently a friend of mine posted one word she was going to try to live by in 2023. Words like "perseverance" and "grow" populated her Facebook wall. Without really thinking about it, I flippantly wrote what  popped into my head. But after thinking about it for a minute, I realized my error and want a do-over on the word choice.          My updated one-word  selection? Hope. Hope can fill your heart and give you strength to face a perilous circumstance with confidence. Hope can fill you with expectations of brighter, better days to come. Hope can give you energy and something to hang onto to combat the negative Nellie thoughts that can fill your mind when hope is absent or vacationing     Maybe you're hoping for a raise this year. Or a significant relationship. Or a restored relationship. Or relief. Even without knowing it, you can be filled with that elusive substance. You may not realize you have hope in a situation until you stop and really look at yours