Well, a few more years have passed since I last posted, but I’m ever hopeful one day I will have it all together. Of course by then, lifting all that baggage may be too heavy a load for me. We’ll see.
Today is a milestone for me. I’m officially old today and entering the last third of my life. I remember hating it SO MUCH when I turned 30. I wasn’t too happy at turning 40 either. By the time I was 50, I took it in stride pretty much, like most of today when I turned 65. I guess wisdom does come with age, like mom said.
I drove in the parking lot at work this morning and heard the DJ on the radio say “it’s Wednesday, June 3rd and the time is 6 a.m.” My immediate thought was “crap, it’s my birthday and I’m 65 today!” I hadn’t remembered when I woke up this morning. Selective memory, no doubt.
A few minutes later I was at my desk, intending to post a humorous invitation on Facebook to a pity party I was throwing for myself. I got stopped cold by the first thing that came up in my news feed. A friend with a huge heart for all the four-legged creatures on this earth (and the two legged ones too) had just put her beloved foster pet to sleep.
Since I had been forced to do the same thing just last week, I knew how much she must be hurting and my heart went out to her. My few words of comfort were inadequate. It makes the imaginary problem of getting older fade fast in comparison to real sorrow. So I cancelled the invitation before it was sent, and it’s been a pretty good day otherwise. Attitude is everything.
I’ve only got another 25 – 30 years to accomplish what I want, so I’d better get on it. Wish me luck and I promise that it won’t be so long before I post again, and I hope will become less of a work in progress each time I do.