Remember when you were a child and you were very specific about your age? You were six and a half, not just six. You were almost eight, not just seven. Funny how that changes as we grow older.
I’ve never been too concerned about my age. It doesn’t bother me that I am 52 (and a half, as of today). The only thing that bothers me about being a certain age is that I haven’t accomplished all I’d hoped to by this time.
I’m more aware of time at this point in my life, and it goes by so quickly. The last few months are a blur! If time continues to fly by at this rate of speed, ten years will have come and gone before I know it. What changes will the next ten years bring? What needs will our mothers have, and how will that change our lives? Will we be able to retire and enjoy a life that doesn’t require us to get ready for bed at 8 p.m. so we can roll out of bed at 5 a.m.?(and a half, as of today). The only thing that bothers me about being a certain age is that I haven’t accomplished all I’d hoped to by this time.
I don’t have the answers to these questions. However, I do know that I will not waste one moment of precious time worrying about things that may or may not occur. It’s my half-year birthday, and I’m going to celebrate – with finesse!
Happy Half-Year Birthday! Hope you have a great day, Linda. Give yourself a hug for me! 🙂