Tale Weaver — Breaking New Ground

99CD6FA0-E1E1-463E-8A29-C0C0E51C773BFor this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, we are asked to consider the idea of going into the unknown. I was thinking about writing a piece of flash fiction, maybe some sci-fi or fantasy post, but then I thought about four times in my life when I felt, at the time, I was stepping into the unknown.

My first job after graduating from college

After spending sixteen of my first 21 years in school, I graduated from college and entered the workforce. Not some paper route thing or making ice cream sundaes part-time at the local ice cream shop. I’m talking about a full-time, grown-up job. I was hired as a management trainee at an insurance company and I had no idea what to expect. I ended up becoming a “senior manager” and spending ten years with that organization.

Getting married

I was a wild and crazy guy and I loved being single. I remained single until I was 32 when I married the girl I’d been dating for two years. Learning to share yourself completely with another person, especially when you start late, like I did, was a whole new way of life. Fortunately, I adapted. And so did she.

Becoming an empty nester

Kids take a lot of time, effort, energy, and attention, and my wife and I spent most of the first 25 years of our lives together dedicating ourselves to raising our two kids. Then one day, they were both out of our house and I suddenly wondered what, aside from our kids, my wife and I had in common. That was scary. But it turned out to be a period of relationship rediscovery and enrichment. After a while I hardly missed not having our kids around all the time.

Retirement

I had, for my entire adult life, defined myself by what I did for work. And then I retired. For the first time in almost five decades I didn’t have a job. No boss, no coworkers, no subordinates. No meetings, no conference calls, no business trips. So who was I? What was I supposed to do with my time now that I no longer was working? Talk about stepping into the unknown. Well, it’s been about three years since I retired and I have discovered that there’s much more to me — and to life — than what I did for a living.

I’m sure there have been times in all of your lives when you felt like you were stepping into the unknown. I’d love to hear from some of you what your “into the unknown”experiences were.

Empty Nesters

AD0FBDF0-A64D-4609-920C-54CB6AD25D97“I’m not sure about this whole empty nest thing,” Elsa said to her sister on the phone. “Now that Eric, our youngest, has moved out, life is just not the same. Peter doesn’t understand. He has his work. That’s always been his priority. Not the kids and certainly not me.”

“I know where you’re coming from, Sis,” Emily said sympathetically. “You spend most of your adult life tending to the needs of your children and then, one day, they’ve flown from the nest and you now start to question your whole purpose in life.”

“Exactly,” said Elsa. “What am I going to do? The kids were what Peter and I had in common. They were the glue that held us together. I don’t even know if we have anything to talk about with each other. We’re together, but alone.”

“Every couple goes through this when their kids grow up and leave home,” Emily said, trying to reassure her sister. “Bob and I went through something like this, too.”

“How did you deal with it?” Elsa asked.

“We had to rediscover ourselves, rekindle the relationship, reconnect with each other,” Emily said.

“I hear the words,” Elsa responded. “But how did you make that happen?”

“It was mostly me, I suppose,” Emily said. “I planned little things, like nice dinners, movie nights, weekend getaways, date nights, and stuff like that. I also insisted that we take romantic vacations, like going on cruises, visiting exotic lands.”

“Ah. So like a bucket list for empty nesters, huh?” Elsa said.

“Yes,” said Emily. “But there’s one more thing you need to do.”

“I think I know what you’re going to say,” Elsa said. “We need to spice things up a bit, right?”

“Sis, you need to start fucking his ass off!”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “nest.”