I am sitting at my computer having just finished playing brain games. I guess that tells you I am of a certain age. Never mind! I did well in most games and poorly on others. It is a mystery to me. I didn’t realize I was spatially challenged though my husband tells me so. LOL.
I came to post something, and a Frank Sinatra song popped into my head. “The days linger on to a precious few…” Now that is weird. I don’t even like Frank Sinatra. I must admit that the issue of aging has bothered me this last year. I don’t look old, I know I don’t act old, and I don’t feel old, yet I am getting older and older. It doesn’t help that I live in a community that has a great many older people. I do not like where I live. I would prefer to be in a mixed community–diverse in all respects. Looking out and seeing nothing but elderly people depresses me.
My mom, who is soon to be 90 is vital, as was my dad who passed away just shy of his 90th birthday. My mom is at a motivational class today and told me it was very nice. She plays cards, goes to shows, is an avid reader, drives, etc. She is tough. I need to follow her example.
I was at my husband’s house this AM, that is another story, and he was telling me about a saying someone gave him: Count your blessings. In my world, that translates into gratitude for what I have, which is quite a bit. I just finished a conference call about a small project I have and in a couple of weeks I am off to Argentina with my daughter. We are going on an easy hiking trip to Patagonia. How wonderful is that!
So, there isn’t anything specific on my mind, but there should be a great deal of gratitude. On this nasty, rainy, cool day I will have gratitude for the abundance in my life.