Dance to the beat
Wave as she sings
There is something about aging that changes once you reach a certain point. As a child, time crawled. Summers lasted forever. I couldn’t wait to reach what I considered to be grown-up, that is the age of 16 years. In my mind once I had achieved the age of 16, life would really begin. Of course 16 came and went. By the time I’d reached high school the target has moved and I was certain that I would, when I gained the age of 21, really be an adult. The years continued to mount. The 20s and 30s were a clawing climb while I met milestone after milestone – marriage, children, home ownership, career. Things began to speed up when I reached 40. I started to notice the cyclical rhythm of my life. There was a deep current that pulled at my life and emotions. The seasons came and went faster. My body was aging relentlessly. The realization that my time on this plane of existence was finite slowly dawned as my 50s slipped away. My 60s find the world trying to push me to go even faster. I have stepped out of the stream. So there it is. While time is spinning and swirling like water in rapids, I’m aware of the limited opportunities. I’m grasping at the things I want – sort of fishing in this time stream – in hopes of slowing down and enjoying each moment. We are just butterflies. Some are brightly colored and others a dull monotone yet we are all “short-timers”. The key is to take time to dance and sing today, NOW, since tomorrow will come before you know it.