|Brooklyn Public Library with half-moon.|
KaHug and I have, in our verbal perambulations, talked about the expectations of our generation. And how they are being so sorely disappointed. Given that many of us were spawned and reared in the bubble of optimism, accomplishment, pride, and hubris that followed WWII, it is no wonder that many of us are back to being, on some level, mewling animals trying to navigate a new world blindly.
I worry for myself, of course, what will become of me, sooner than later, if I can't find steady employment. I have neither the tools for perspective nor problem-solving. Hell, I am not sure I have the appropriate guidelines to even define the scope of the problem, to begin to get a handle on all of it.
I can barely keep my head off of the desk, but 8:00 p.m. seems a bit early for bed. I am not sure if this sleepiness is due to the stresses of the day and all that I am sorting out (much of which has not been trotted out for discussion), the general, daily stress of money and life, or ? ... the weirdness of the weather? It was 61 degrees out today. I walked to the library wearing a pullover sweater and no overcoat. And that ain't right.
The issues around mid-lifer/Baby Boomers out of work and out of illusions continues to dog and intrigue me. And what are quite a few of us to do as we are not prepared for retirement and the job landscape has shifted so that we might not be qualified to do the work there is ... and I am not sure what work is out there.