You know that feeling you get when you wake up in that dreamy beach front bungalow and you’re laying there tangled in those slightly salty, soft, white sheets listening to the seagulls and the surf and it suddenly dawns on you that it’s day 4 of a 7 day vacation?
That’s what the fifties are like to me.
And while it may not be time to pack the old suitcase and head off for that “final flight” quite yet, let’s face it- it’s the dawn of the last third of this “trip.”
And just like the tail end of a great vacation, there’s a mild sense of urgency, a desire to get more in…
to listen a lot closer,
go a little farther,
snuggle a bit tighter and
stay up way later counting
Yes, these are the years of savoring the experiences I used to take for granted, or didn’t even notice,
and I have to tell you..
I love it.
True, there are aches and pains and other little issues that come along with aging, but they have made me feistier and more determined than ever to preserve and protect this body so I can do more and do it better..for longer.
I like this challenge,
it’s brought out the fighter
and the gratitude
The fifties have been good for my soul.