Why Am I Always Banging My Head?

There was a time when I could walk through a room, bend down, stand up, open a cupboard, and move around the house without giving it much thought.

Now, somehow, everything seems to be in the way.

The cupboard door is open.

The shelf is lower than I remembered.

The car door is closer than I thought.

And the corner of that cabinet seems to be waiting for me.

Bang!

Once again, I am holding my head and asking:

“Why am I always banging my head?”

Maybe I am moving too quickly.

Maybe I am not paying enough attention.

Maybe my balance and awareness are not quite what they used to be.

Or perhaps the furniture has secretly moved during the night.

Whatever the reason, getting older can bring a few surprises—and sometimes a few bumps along the way.

This webpage takes a lighthearted look at those little accidents that seem to happen more often with age. It is also a reminder to slow down, look around, make our homes safer, and not be too proud to laugh at ourselves.

After all, growing older is serious enough.

Sometimes the best thing we can do is rub the bump, shake our head, and say:

“Not again!”

Yes today twice…I was moving a step ladder and the fellow I was helping, left a wrench on top of the ladder. I was moving it to the other side of an Rv door and it fell, hitting me on the head. Luckily I had a cap on but I still have a small lump.

This afternoon I was moving things, under the patio and when I was exiting, I hit my forehead on the 2×8 stringer. I would not be able to count the number of times that I have banged my head.

Anybody else like me?

Finally Retired—or Am I?

After years of getting up for work, watching the clock, meeting deadlines, and carrying responsibilities, retirement finally arrives.

No more alarm clock.

No more rush-hour traffic.

No more counting the days until Friday.

At least, that is how retirement is supposed to work.

But then something strange happens.

The projects begin.

The appointments continue.

The family still calls.

The house still needs repairs.

The grass still grows.

And somehow, even without a job, the days can become just as busy as ever.

Before long, you may find yourself asking:

“Am I really retired—or have I simply traded one kind of work for another?”

Retirement is not always about doing nothing. For many of us, it is about learning how to live differently.

It is about slowing down without giving up.

Resting without becoming idle.

Enjoying freedom while still having purpose.

And discovering who we are when our job title no longer defines us.

Retirement can be a time to reflect on the past, enjoy the present, and still look forward to what lies ahead.

There may be grandchildren to enjoy.

Places to visit.

Stories to tell.

People to encourage.

Faith to deepen.

And dreams that were postponed because there was never enough time.

Perhaps retirement is not the end of work.

Perhaps it is the beginning of having more freedom to choose the work that matters most.

So, am I finally retired?

Well…

I think so.

But I still seem to be awfully busy.

Working a few hours per week still, working around the house. a taxi at times for grand-children, helping at church and facilitator for a men’s bible study group, and webmaster for a number of my own websites. Hopefully, I will be able to find more time to add content.