Summing it Up...

Now, that I'm way on the wrong side of sixty, I feel that being true to self is important. "I yam, what I yam." Kindness and smiles are to be given away. Women are strong. Men are more vulnerable than we believe. Husbands may come and go...but one thing I know for sure is that I will NEVAH live without a corgi or coffee in my life if I can prevent it. Come piles of dog fur or hot water!

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Sometimes the truth hurts...

I miss being frisky, and having energy, and feeling peppy. Inside my head, I'm 22, but the mirror shows the ugly truth. Young people today seem to know and go for what they want, rather than float and play their youth away. Life is a pretty bumpy ride. Hearts get broken, we suffer loss and betrayal. When we're a fresh-faced seventeen year old, we think we can plan our life path with few broken sidewalks. We don't listen to the seasoned ones who have already ventured down life's road and survived. Teendom into twentydom is lah-lah land. Thirtydom is when reality sort of hits. By forty, you're either starting over with new vim and vigor or plodding along wishing life was better and different. Fiftyhood is when freedom comes back, and we locate old friends again, and if lucky find ourselves again as well. Sixty is even more so. I feel less guilt now. The clock is ticking, and with that knowledge, one begins thinking about that bucket list, and actually doing a few things on it. If not now, when? Each decade has its joys and sorrows. Out of them all, my thirties was the least happy time. How about you? Reflect a minute, replay the pages of your life, and give it a grade. When I do this, I feel more grateful. I also shake my head in wonder and say to myself, "what...was I thinking". It's so obvious that God has been in our lives during those ups and downs. The right people have come into our lives just at the right time. We've crossed paths with others, and learned lessons, painful and healthy. We learn that family truly IS everything. Life truly is a journey. It can always begin anew. There's always time to change. There's always hope. The blessings are out there, and have always been part of our days. Isn't that wonderful?

11 comments:

Ms Sparrow said...

Sounds like you're being insightful and philosophical today. What you say is so true. To quote Forrest Gump, "Life is like a box of choc'lates. You never know what you're gonna get."

Mevely317 said...

This kinda gives me shivers, wondering how you got in my head ... lol! Seriously, the last few early mornings, I've been thinking along these same lines, revisiting the olde bucket list.

Did you hear/read some weeks ago re. that survey asking Americans at "what age" were they the happiest? (I was greatly amused to know my spot-on answer -- 33 -- matched the majority of recipients.) My saddest? Probably my 40's.

All in all, I like what one radio dj said when asked about his happiest year: "I'm still waiting to get there."

Great post, my friend! Sorry to be so wordy tonight.

phaedra96 said...

I can identify....when did I get dumpy, frumpy, grumpy and when I look in the mirror....old. Sigh.

Chatty Crone said...

Well I am like you - I feel in my twenties - sometimes teens (maybe I am going thru a second childhood). But when I look in the mirror I see the truth.

So you know what I do - I don't look a lot in the mirror first of all.

But when I do - I looker myself in the eye and I tell myself I AM BEAUTIFUL!

And so are you.
sandie

Angela said...

I'm not really sure which years would have been my happiest. I think most years have had some great times and then some bad times in there too. Not in my marriage just random things. And of course this year hasn't been a good year for me at all but then again it has.

Have a Wonderful Weekend!
Angela

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Dozer and Coop said...

Goodness, we must be in sync. I have been feeling the same way as I notice the wrinkly skin under my arms and my pear shape. Where has my energy gone, I used to be able to work at 9 hour day and go home and have energy for hours - not so much now. But I like the tail end of my 50's because they do make one reflective. Inside my head I am in my late 20's but on the outside I am definitely striding towards 60.

Mother (who is 90) said she doesn't feel that age, she feels around 60 inside. So perhaps we are give 30 years in our heads to play with!

Nance

ocmist said...

OH MY GOODNESS! You've been reading MY mind, too! I will be 60 in a few weeks, and life has suddenly made some MAJOR unexpected turns, but you are right... God has been with me through all the other times of my life and I know that He is with me in this one, too. SIXTY!!!???!! Really?!?! Where has the time gone? The mirror shows it to be true... I've got a 40 year old son and my youngest is over 30 (31 this year). I don't feel NEARLY that old, but I sure wonder what happened to all those "Teen Idols" I used to listen, too... Sheesh... They've gotten so old looking! :)

I think my roughest years were between 17 and 26. Linda

In the Light of the Moon said...

Ok trying to type through the tears.Your lessons are beautiful and I am so thankful that I stopped by today.Yes,it is wonderful..all of it.I'm in my forties and I am making every minute count..I'm trying anyway.It's hard to balance it all sometimes...hard for sure.Family IS everything and I am thankful for every minute.xoxo

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Gen said...

A wonderful reflection on our years. I am learning to be content even in the "shredded wheat" time of life. And how true, that in our days, there are included so many blessings. Thanks for stopping by my blog and joining. Joining yours!

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