‘Not quite sure what I am
going to do when I grow up. My daughter’s response, “You are grown up. You’re OLD.”
The problem is I don't want to be old. I want to be young and spunky, yet I can now order from the
Senior Menu (lighter portions for my sedentary ways) and some of my other
friends still get carded. Looking
in the mirror, I see young and vibrant, while I find wiry blond hair (I am sure
of it) springing from my temples and new lines that were not there yesterday. I’m not ready to be old and to measure life by how much time remains.
I must admit though, that there is a new urgency since I have been
writing daily. There are new places on
this earth to discover, stacks of books to read, and miles to paddle, walk and
climb. A new curiosity has risen
within me, giving me a life that is just beginning.
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