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I am still on the slippery slope, now nearing fifty, and I am finally fully understand the importance of great friendship, catering services, and sushi.
However, I do realize some would say that 50 is the new 40. At 48 years old I Have figured out that the real cars and trucks out there are from my era.
Through this meandering journey, I would like to think that it has meant something. Consider this a warning of sorts. I am someone special to those I impacted.
I still HAVE NEVER found a buried treasure, and for that matter, I have never buried a treasure, nor have I even looked if I’m being honest.
I have never survived for days in the hottest of deserts with no food or water.
I have never won the lottery, flown a plane, or been struck by lightning.
I have never received electric shock therapy or been cured by a plant found only in the deepest depths of some remote rainforest.
I have never swam across the ocean blue to some unforeseen destination plagued by man eating sharks and lived to tell about it. Although my paradise has become Cabo whenever possible.
I have never won an eating contest, been buried alive or made my debut in a Broadway play.
I have never made it to the end of a rainbow. I have never knitted a sweater or a scarf for that matter.
(Dang, what a loser, since I’m now reading and updating this from our 20 year and I still haven’t hit these milestones)
In my years on this earth,
I HAVE danced in the rain, laid in the dirt, and sat in the sunshine with my toes in the sand.
I have been disappointed, and I know I have disappointed.
I have now seen the sun set on the other side of the world.
I have laughed until I cried and cried until I laughed.
I have had my breath taken away, my heart stolen, and my soul rescued.
I have lost myself, and found myself, only to lose myself again.
I have surrendered myself to the idea of being truly insignificant, but yet significance is over rated.
I have woke up laughing.
I have given myself up to happiness and have chosen to smile everyday.
I have met some of the most amazing people imaginable; I have imagined my life without them and been truly grateful for them.
I have felt like my heart was actually breaking. I have seen someone's actually break, I have openly admitted that sometimes "sorry" is all a person can offer and I have learned that most of the time a "sorry" is enough.
I have learned that "being" means more than "doing".
I have been overcome by the brilliance of children.
I have had my heartstrings pulled to the brink when I choose to move away from my family and the only place I have ever called home to leave my mark in this world.
I have been dumbfounded by people's resilience, passion, and relentless desire to overcome.
I have been more lonely than I ever thought possible.
I have become comfortable in my own skin. I have been happier than I have ever imagined.
At 48, I can honestly tell you, life is good and, I would not trade any of my adventures for anything.
