Possibility

My goodness, it has been a while since I have sat down to my blog. It seems strange to say that at my age, I am feeling like an 18 year old with the world ahead of her and every direction a possibility. My head is so full of what I want to do when I grow up that I can hardly pick a route and my excitement  has my mind bouncing to and fro like the old Atari game, Pong.

I woke this morning with the realization that you are never too old to begin. "Begin what?" you might ask, and I would say, "Anything."

For the past few months I have wrestled with the thought,"Is this as good as it gets? "In my mind I was seeing Craig and I already too old to enjoy life, and it would be in our best interest to start thinking about assisted living or retirement communities. I am not even fifty yet but that is where my thoughts have been taking me. Over the last year, I have struggled with my mortality and it has had my mind in a place of discontent.  I have not been worrying about what happens after death because I believe our souls live on, but it is the now and making the best out of it that has had me in a pickle. I do not want to be one of those people who struggle to leave this life behind because they have un-fulfilled dreams yet lived.

It is my desire to be able to wake every morning filled with excitement about what lies ahead today. I may just pick up a guitar and take lessons, or perhaps purchase Rosetta Stone and learn a foreign language. I could take a yoga class or something a little more daring like belly dancing. Who cares?
The possibilities are limited only by my imagination, and I have always had an active one of those.

So I have purposed to start each and every morning in a thankful mode and move on to where ever my muse takes me. A wonderful day of possibilities awaits me. Ta ta for now.