I love bubbles and baby ducks. I cry at the appropriate moments in Disney movies. I clap at parades and sing Oh Canada with the enthusiasm of most off key singers (too loud – way too loud). I get the most out of an ice cream cone and I always eat the red ones last (smarties are the best). In short, I’m a 64 year old child. I keep celebrating birthdays but I’ve never grown up.
I don’t think youth has to wasted on the young. I’ve been old enough to be young for a long time. I grabbed all the youthful exuberance I could from my children – now I’m harvesting the same from my grand children. It’s free for the taking and they don’t miss a drop. I’m saving my serious side for the big forever in the dirt.
Kids are always waiting to grow up – the months are long between birthdays. I don’t know what age we are when the speed zone changes, but there comes a time when those months hit the gas pedal and start zooming toward the finish line. An age when you can almost see the checkered flag in the distance.
I haven’t got time to dwell on past mistakes, nor do I have time to cultivate things that don’t enrich my life. Time in the third act resets priorities – it is too precious a commodity to be wasted. I can be generous with this commodity, I can treasure it, I can appreciate it – but I refuse to squander it.
I celebrated my birthday today. I received love and good wishes in person and online. I feel very blessed tonight. The checkered flag may be waving in the distance but this day was about bubbles and balloons. Thank you to everyone who enriches my life – I send love and good wishes right back.
XO. Elva
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You with your words! Such an enjoyable read!