Yesterday was my birthday. The day was this good. By noon, it warmed up enough for me to take a good walk around the block, even after a busy morning of Tai-Chi and housecleaning. I started Tai-Chi just a few weeks ago, a way to find my breathing, to meditate, to stretch my body and soul.
I have limited capital left in this life.
How many more losses will I experience before I die?
As I age, after each birthday, I notice that my body betrays me more and more. I can no longer keep the svelte figure I had in my youth. My digestion has changed: it doesn't like ice-cream, pizza, cakes, any indulgences. I used to spend hours cleaning and organizing the house. Now, my strength and flexibility are so unreliable that I barely do an hour of housekeeping before I collapse. (I do housekeeping as an aerobic exercise, pushing and lifting and moving the whole body!). I sleep in spurts. I read and write in spurts too.
I'm only seventy! What will happen when I'm eighty, ninety?
(At our book club, on Thursday, Dot celebrated her 95th birthday! She reads a couple of books a week, belongs to The League of Women's Voters and many other groups active in the community!)
We have access to two canoes for lake rides.
They sit, forlorn.
Brian was the last person to ride the canoe to the Ocean and back.
I need to rustle up a youthful desire and resolve for adventure, a long sojourn somewhere with new sights, sounds, tastes, midnight cruises, mid-morning hikes.
I need to live while I'm alive.
How about you? Do you countdown to doing things differently?
What changes are you looking forward to?