No Excuses…

When I opened my account up I looked at several things I had written the past few months that sat tidily, but not quite finished in my draft section.  September was apparently my last entry, how could that be?  Where in the world did October through December go?  Surely I have been robbed!  I know a bit dramatic but I am trying to ease the pain for both of us while I get my act pulled back together.  Thank you to those that have reached out to me to inquire where I have been and if I was ever coming back.  I appreciate your faithful commitment.  I have recently received messages from a few thinking they had missed something or something had gone wrong with links getting blogs out there.  I have to sadly inform you that neither is the case.  That being said, I will try my best to do better and I really do not have any good excuses.  I have plenty of excuses just not any good ones.

This year holds new beginnings and new opportunities for me.  In just a few short days I embark on a new stage in life, it is what some want to call the Fabulous Fifties.  Personally, I can not think of too many, if anything fabulous about it at all.  I know it is just a number and I know that 50 is the new 40 or is it 30?  Well, whatever it is that does not get rid of the fact that when I sit on the floor too long things hurt when I get up for a bit.  My grandmother used to say she had a “hitch in her get along”.  I never knew what that really was but now it is crystal clear.  I hate to admit it and have always tended to do it but find myself doing it more, walking all the way upstairs for things and then having absolutely no idea what I went up for.  It isn’t that I don’t ever remember sometimes I just remember too late.  Recently my husband asked me for some scotch tape, I finished sweeping the floor, which was about 5 minutes and then headed upstairs, walked in my room, stood there and then walked out wondering why in the world I went up there.  I went back to cleaning when about 20 minutes later that little light bulb went off in my head and I had to admit that I had forgotten what I had gone upstairs for.  He no longer needed the tape at that point.

Well, you have either been where I am or you will be someday which for some crazy reason I feel comfort in both.  It is a little bit true when they say misery enjoys the company.  As hard as I feel this new age transition is going to be, mostly because I am being a big baby, I am going to have to pull myself up by the bootstraps and forge forward.  In my mind, I am still a young person.  I praise God for my good health other than the occasional ache and pain mentioned above. I have to not worry about tomorrow and enjoy today, which I am still 49!   I love the verse “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.”  Matthew 6:34  I will try my best to take this verse to heart and enjoy each day I have.  I have many marvelous things ahead and so now I will just look back and smile and join the crowd of those that talk about their younger days.  I will prioritize my buying of eye cream, good glasses and the right pair of shoes, all things I have been known to laugh at in the past, but now I feel the sting.  Every day is a gift, open it up and enjoy what God has given you, I know I am!

Until Next Time…which I promise will be soon!