I think I’m at that stage in life where I give up. Not on life, but on things I once thought important. They weren’t. I am finally free to be myself.
I don’t have to go to work on Monday – but I don’t have as much money to spend on things I don’t need anyway. It is time to clean out some junk and live more minimally.
I don’t need to get into THOSE jeans anymore – but I still need to lose weight to be healthy. Less red meat and more veggies/fruit.
I don’t need three sets of china (Mom’s, Mother-in-Law’s and mine) and my every day dishes – but I doubt the kids want them either. Family dinners are overrated. Families are not.
And I’m at the stage in life where I want to take on new things, hoping they are worth it.
I want to see Scotland/Ireland/England – but hiking is a distant memory with arthritis. I’ll have to learn to drive on the wrong side of the road or let someone else do it.
I want the wind in my hair – but I don’t want that convertible anymore. They sit too low and there’s no place for your stuff.
I want to leave the legacy of my stories – but I don’t expect to be a best seller. Instead I am learning the art of writing and the feeling of the muse that encourages me – sometimes.
Life is long and enduring, all the while it is quick as the blink of an eye. I will never be able to do all the things I want to do – but I don’t have to be pulled down by the things I don’t want to do. That is what true freedom is. It is time to look forward, not back and do things differently with what time is left; and be grateful for it.
You are always inspiring and will always be.
Such a sweet thing to say.