I retired in January, and I live alone now. I have no cues about the days and the passage of time. I've found I have to put things on my calendar with reminders that I never had to before. Just mundane things like taking out the trash barrels. It seems really strange to me, but more than half the time, when I get the notification, I'm completely surprised. "Oh, huh, it's Thursday."

[–] sfxrlz@lemmy.dbzer0.com 3 points 1 day ago (1 children)

That sounds really peaceful. For me at least, not knowing which day it is always stands for good times.

[–] AFKBRBChocolate@lemmy.ca 3 points 1 day ago (1 children)

I get where you're coming from - in years past that was often the same for me. It turns out that life can be really stressful, but still not have any marks for the passing of time. It just means that the stress doesn't come from things like work, school, or other deadlines.

[–] Wizard_Pope@lemmy.world 2 points 1 day ago (1 children)

I mean maybe just start doing some thing on specific days. Like going on a long walk every friday or tsking care of your plants on tuesdays. Just something that you know happens every week on the same day.

[–] AFKBRBChocolate@lemmy.ca 2 points 1 day ago

I'm starting to collect a few of those. I now have things in the evening on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. One of the strange things is that the hours and days pass by very slowly, though the weeks and months go pretty quickly. When I worked, I was really busy all the time (managed a software engineering organization), and there were many things that were regularly scheduled each day. I don't want to get back to anytime like that, but it also feels like an eternity between Monday and Wednesday.