The seasons of our lives also change it seems so quickly just as the seasons of Nature do. How did I reach 70 in the blink of an eye? Thank you for your goodness and illumination in this time of Chaos.
The seasons of our lives also change it seems so quickly just as the seasons of Nature do. How did I reach 70 in the blink of an eye? Thank you for your goodness and illumination in this time of Chaos.
I'm 70, too. When my father turned 80, we had a tribute for him. He spoke for about 10 minutes. His first words: I can't believe how fast it's all gone by.
Pushing up against 73, I'm facing the frustrations of complaining joints when my mind insists I should still be able to do anything I did ten years ago. Yet I am learning to let go of expectations and possessions that nowadays feel more like burdens than pleasures. And I refuse to urge time on to the next season, the next holiday, the next vacation. Days are precious, and I try to savor them. (Though having my 10 and 13 YO grandchildren living with us means days are filled with youthful energy, issues and crises...so days go by in a hurry!)
There is a great routine that George Carlin did about aging. Basically, he begins with a person asking a young child "How old are you?" The child proudly says "I'm three and a half." Then Carlin goes through the ages showing where it changes from people saying they are older to things like your "I'm pushing up against 73." George's great punch line at the end goes like this when he asks a person whose age is in the triple digits "How old are you?" to which the person says "I'm one hundred and three and a half!"
The seasons of our lives also change it seems so quickly just as the seasons of Nature do. How did I reach 70 in the blink of an eye? Thank you for your goodness and illumination in this time of Chaos.
I'm 70, too. When my father turned 80, we had a tribute for him. He spoke for about 10 minutes. His first words: I can't believe how fast it's all gone by.
Did you play that Sinatra song for him?
Pushing up against 73, I'm facing the frustrations of complaining joints when my mind insists I should still be able to do anything I did ten years ago. Yet I am learning to let go of expectations and possessions that nowadays feel more like burdens than pleasures. And I refuse to urge time on to the next season, the next holiday, the next vacation. Days are precious, and I try to savor them. (Though having my 10 and 13 YO grandchildren living with us means days are filled with youthful energy, issues and crises...so days go by in a hurry!)
There is a great routine that George Carlin did about aging. Basically, he begins with a person asking a young child "How old are you?" The child proudly says "I'm three and a half." Then Carlin goes through the ages showing where it changes from people saying they are older to things like your "I'm pushing up against 73." George's great punch line at the end goes like this when he asks a person whose age is in the triple digits "How old are you?" to which the person says "I'm one hundred and three and a half!"
Also 70, and it's SO true!
Less than two years away. My once black hair is mostly white. Fortunately, I'm not afraid to flaunt it.
Denial is not a river in Africa.
De nile is not just a river in Egypt
Yes, but I wrote "denial" for a reason.