I am on a journey. Call me a late bloomer.
I am a small part of the universe, a speck really, but I have a need. I want to be more. I want to be special. Now more than ever before I need to feel special. Not for you, or anyone else. This is for me.
Is it important for you to know my need? No! It is only important that I feel, know and understand that I am special. That has to happen first. I have to feel it in my soul first before anyone else will see it.
I am not a young person. I had to smile recently when I read an article about someone being in their 40’s and their plan for the future. They wanted to be secure and to be able to retire and have a wonderful life in their 60’s, 70’s and beyond.
Guess what? I am in my 70’s and all the wonderful plans I made for myself all went to shit. Life happens baby.
There have been many ups and downs on that roller coaster ride.
Sometimes I wonder if all those people who have no plan and just slide through their lives are better off.
Whose happier? Is it the person who plans and shit happens and they stress out and have to start all over again? Is it the person who has no clue?
I’m getting stressed out just thinking about it.
Why is it that humans have so much trouble with living? We are supposed to be smart. We are supposed to be caring, loving individuals. How do we get it so wrong?
There are no simple answers and no perfect plans. Right now I am working on mine. It’s a new plan. It is a simple plan and it has this ebb and flow feel to it. Is it a solid plan? Who would know that? I certainly don’t.
The more you are positive and say, ‘I want to have a good life,’ the more you build that reality for yourself by creating the life that you want.Chris Pine
Should my age dictate my plan? I am sure a fairly large number of people would say, “Heck Yeah” but I am choosing to say, “Hell No”.
Life is a toss up. There are no guarantees. I want to live a long life, a life with a lucid mind and a healthy body. No guarantee on either of those. As I am typing this my life could end. Pop goes the weasel, I’m dead.
What’s my plan? Be active. Exercise more, both my mind and my body. Spend more time with my two wonderful sons. Be kinder. Try not to stress, that is the most difficult. Be compassionate. Tell my husband I love him more. Stop taking life for granted. Be adventurous. Ziplining anyone?
That’s it. Plain, simple and flexible. Some people will look at me and say you can’t do that. You’re too old. Hell yes I can and I will.
I will not go gentle into that night.
As always, thank you for reading my blog. I’s me betting on you and me today!