I'm almost 49 and it seems like every decade, there's a new
slogan inspiring me that my life begins at this so and so decade. I've been
looking forward to be 50, because for some absurd reasoning that I concocted in
my silly brain, that I need a milestone to motivate myself to start celebrating
life.
Talking to my husband about it, I asked, "Why do they
say life begins at 40, and that 50 is the new 30?" Are we all coming up
with excuses to start life all over again? Why do we need a big event to
motivate ourselves to be what we can be -- or better yet, to be what we're
supposed to be?
My husband is a sensitive guy but he's very rational and
logical. I guess men are wired that way? I'm not saying that women are less
rational or logical, but women in general are more prone to balancing the mind,
heart and soul.
I have a feeling I just irked a few people from both sexes
-- but oh well, that's how I feel.
The past few months I thought there was something wrong with
my brain. I couldn't remember a lot of things. I failed the Memory Test, and I noticed that my thought process had deteriorated. After a few lab work, multiple visits with my primary care doctor and
MRIs -- it was concluded that there's nothing to worry about.
The first few seconds when you open your eyes, when your
mind realizes you're no longer dreaming, your body stretches to alert your
nerves - and if you're lucky, the love of your life gives you a short kiss to
remind you "it's time for the morning routine."
My kids noticed that I've been struggling to write, and for Mother's Day, they wrote thoughtful cards and gave me my new motivation to write every day - no matter what!
I think it's when we reach middle age that we discover there's reason to celebrate every single day. No need for special days.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Every day is special.
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