(Stepping through that “time of life”) The nature and rhythm of my life has changed. What used to be simply firecrackers and passion, fast movement and hard-fast determination, has become a slightly mellower shade of honey, and flows at that very same pour-speed.
What used to be denial of things/time of life/aging has now become sobering, hard-core reality that we must savor each and every day, and that each and every day really is someone else’s last.
What used to be dreaming and planning for something (what?) has given way to acknowledging the present moment… and accepting it.
And, that all the determination and precise planning we give to everything simply cannot belie the fact that someone/something has greater power than we do.
This year, I will breathe in acceptance of the fact that I do not know it all; maybe do not know most of it; and that all of that knowing doesn’t mean that circumstances might not change it all – in an instant.
I know now that all I know is that I am alive and breathing and trying my best… each and every day.