Monday, June 20, 2011

My Dance Card

My oldest grandchild turns ten this year – a full dime, my dad would say (back in the days when a dime meant something).

I remember turning ten.  I also remember the day I turned 15, 21, and 30.  Those were all memorable birthdays.  Funny thing though I don’t remember much of my 30’s or 40’s, mostly because they were not centered on me but on my three children. Raising them and working full time kept me too busy to worry about birthdays racing past (as if you can hold on to them anyway).

I reinvented myself in my 50’s after finding myself with an empty nest.  The focus was back on me, but I refused to just be a bystander, watching my babies with babies of their own. I had done my job and done it well.  Now it was time for me.

I found new interests and new people to love. I took classes and started scratching things off my Dance Card (my version of the Bucket List), fitting in all the things I want to do before I am too old to get them done.

We spend the front part of our lives in a hurry, then we come to a sudden halt wondering where time went. Time is best spent living life well and harboring no regrets. Keep busy and dont worry about age. We put too much emphasis on youthful beauty; it is high time we valued a full life instead.  

1 comment:

  1. Don't judge a book by it's cover! What's on the inside is what COUNTS!!! Gosh, I have missed reading your blogs! ;D