Ah, sloth and lethargy...

On Sunday, I took yet another step in my transformation from productive member of society to kept woman- I resigned my position as Director of Christian Education at my church. I have held the position for five years, and it has been a labor of love for me. But the chronic travel and my unraveling health made me realize that I am not doing justice to the job, so I tendered my resignation.

Little (and big) pieces of my life have been peeling away this year and I have been busy trying to redefine myself. I have one title left: President of the GFWC Centennial Woman's Club of Tullahoma, and we are gearing up for the start of our year of service. This is the last year of my two-year term as president, but I am also the state chairman for the Endowment Fund, and Education chair for District IV of Tennessee. I find my life as a clubwoman very fulfilling and fun.

But I am also finding my life as a "retired" person fun, too. I see my grandkids a lot more. I can sleep whenever or wherever I want. I can wallow in scrapbooking and sewing and writing and painting and any number of crafts, and I can read and work puzzles, and cook the way I like to cook, from scratch and in no hurry.

MY ONLY PROBLEM IS that I am reverting to my old, natural circadian rhythms. I have always been nocturnal. Having kids, going to college and then teaching for 10 years forced me into a diurnal pattern that became habitual but not comfortable. Now I stay up until 2 or 4 AM and sleep until about 10 AM, which puts me out of sync with the rest of the world- just like the days when I was a young housewife with no kids and did my housework at midnight, to chagrin of my downstairs neighbors. (I don't have downstairs neighbors in Tullahoma, but I suddenly had an inspiring thought about how to wreak revenge on my very noisy downstairs neighbors in San Diego.)

Of course, I am too slothful to move furniture now. Off to work on a scrapbook, me. Call some time... but not before noon :)