Wednesday, June 26, 2013

I'm Not Getting Any Younger

I have been thinking a lot about age recently, mainly because of my recent move, and the opportunities that have been presented to me to paint walls, empty boxes and move furniture.

Photo by: Hryck, courtesy of Flickr
And I have to admit, I'm not getting any younger.

Unlike me, you might be in your 20s or 30s, or yes, even in your 40s, bygone eras for me. Suffice it to say that I don't always feel older, but when I look in the mirror or do heavy labor I'm unused to, the old girl makes her presence known.

Photo by: enggul, courtesy of Flickr
Just yesterday, about 3 p.m., I was needing a nap. My body just couldn't go any further. Instead, I sat down and watched a television program for an hour. Dr. Phil was on and he had on his show one rough teenager along with her parents who had no control over her.

Dr. Phil was pretty upset. You could tell by the way he looked away and stiffened when the parents spoke.  He was much friendlier to the young girl who was doing great at spilling her guts and taking responsibility for her actions--unlike her parents.

Like me, those parents, as well as the teen, weren't getting any younger. I thought of all the wasted days I had given myself, all those times when I could have been writing or meditating instead of watching some depressing television show.

Once the program finished I did not feel any younger. I wished I'd picked up a good book, or taken that well needed nap, a sure-fire way to dip into the spring of youth.

But I was appreciative of what I had learned. Not to waste a single moment.
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