If I get it on my mind that it will be a miracle if I live just 25 more years, I will panic. There’s not enough time left to go all the places I want to go and do all the things I want to do! At least that’s what my brain says. Then I hear my Daddy say, “try being 87″….. and I just can’t wrap my head around it. I fear I’ll blink and wake up 87 tomorrow. I mean I blinked yesterday and woke up 58.
When we were in our teens, 20s, 30s, we rarely feared time at all. I think we’re just so busy living during those decades, we don’t have time to think about it. We think we’ve got so – much – longer. And in our the 40s, it starts to creep in a bit as kids grow up, jobs start to get older, gray weaves throughout our hair; and then – the 50s and 60s fly by like a speeding locomotive. My Papa used to say he felt like he had at least two birthdays a year, they came so close together. I get it now, Papa, I get it.
The 4th quarter. We’re all either in it or headed towards it – which I’m praying for double OT myself. But will your 4th quarter be a ‘nail biter down to the wire’? Or a ‘hail Mary, I’m going to go for it’ kind of quarter? Or a boring “waiting on the time clock to run out” kind of quarter? We really do get to choose.
We can’t control the speed with which life happens but we can choose what to do in it, right? No, we don’t choose the gray or wrinkles or sickness, but we have to choose what we do with our time.
At this point, I would rather live a day of PURE JOY every chance I get than to celebrate one more anniversary, one more birthday, one more morning, and regretting I didn’t. Even if we can’t do all the things we want to do, I’d much rather dream about them in the time I have left than not. Is every day purely joyful? Heck no! Some days are still hard…. but I am now setting out with intention not to let those days last. They’re bad days not a bad life.
Fear of time won’t change the outcome of anything; it only clouds and perhaps hinders the chances that we may do something crazy, memorable, lasting. Screw that (sorry:/). If we are to fear anything at all, it should be of waking up in a day or decade, and wish we had one more chance.
When I leave this earth, I want someone to say “that girl didn’t have an ounce of life left in her, she spent it all, she lived it all, she gave it her all, and I want to do that too!”
I don’t know when that’s going to be…. and that’s the point.
xoxo,
Tracey
Right on Tracey! I just turned 76 and I sometimes think “this the last time I will have to do that”! Live every second!
Absolutely!! Thank you, Wanda, for inspiring me to do that too!
Same feelings and thoughts…as always you describe it so well. Knowing there are others feeling the same makes it seem less anxious… more peaceful…thank you! Not sure how we got here so fast~
I don’t know either…. I say all the time, “in a blink…” this will happen or that will. The blinks get faster but trying to squeeze anything into them we can, right?!
I know what you mean. The last quarter is upon some of us. I’m sure you are living your best life with B, just enjoy the journey. Every moment counts. ❤️🥣
I am enjoying it all I can! I hope you are too my friend.
Yep! And I am 10 years older than you are, if I remember correctly… Time marches on
I’ll be 59 in June…. where did my 40s go? LOL. You seem to be enjoying your best life and I am so happy for you!