I was trying to think about what I wanted to write tonight, but the words just aren’t flowing. It’s been a quiet day. A Sunday. A day of rest.
I went back and read my last post. October. Wow. I haven’t written anything in a while. It’s June already.
My birthday has come and gone. 36 feels the same as 35 and 34 and 33 and so on. I used to daydream about what it would be like to be grown up. I counted the birthdays. Now I sometimes wish that I was a kid again, though not often. You see, aging is a process. It changes you inside and out. I have been finding grey hairs lately. Lol. I hope I have beautiful grey hair like my moms.
Aging is a process no one or nothing can short of death can stop. It’s powerful. Yet subtle. A two year old doesn’t suddenly become eighty. It takes time.
In my last post I talked about dreams and goals. They too take time. For some it happens fast. Others slow. But eventually some parts of our dreams come true.
The question is what do we do with those dreams and goals?
Forward motion. Not standing still waiting for something to happen. Make things happen.
That’s a part of life.
