Another post worthy of savoring every word. Bravo! I’m a slow learner in this thing called life, but there is one thing I think I’ve finally gotten right. I invest my time with those who, no matter how silly, strident, heart-felt, crazy, mushy, sad, stupid, childish, or whatever way I act, think, or feel, still love and accept me. That has made all the difference in my life. Thank you for being one of them, my friend.
I want to be young again, but I really don’t want to re-live all the lousy stuff that occurs in the normal course of growing up.
I want to be old enough to fully accept that ‘legacy’ has nothing to do with what I did for a living, but what I did with my life – and that it mattered.
I want to find my waist again.
I want my waist not to matter as much as the shape of my soul.
I’d like to have no regrets, yet I regret that I think one can’t live without them.
I want to be remembered despite not having any wish or intent to go anywhere which would prompt people to miss me.
I wonder when I’m going to feel like I’m making my mark, yet delight in doing nothing but watching two fawns practice leaping in my backyard.
I miss the…
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