I went out to eat with all my daughters last week and enjoyed the evening. I found myself listening to their conversation and realized I am far removed from where they are in their lives. I went to a study group last night and enjoyed the evening. At one point I found myself listening to the conversation and realized I am far removed from their interests too. This has caused me much reflection. I'm passed babies and teenagers, college age children and marriages. I have lots of grandchildren, and feel like I have accumulated some wisdom along the way. But, I would like to know what this spot I am at is called. Obviously, I am not young or middle age. I don't think of myself as old. I'm over 50, but I don't feel like it. I do have that "mature look" with gray hair and wrinkles...
So where am I?
I'm thinking I must almost be at the crest of life, still far away from the peak. If that is the case, then when I peak I want to do a long slow walk down the other side of life. I want the descent to be just as rich and fulfilling as the journey up has been. This is like riding my bike up a big steep hill and feeling the exhilaration of reaching the top and then experiencing the reward of riding along the top before enjoying that smooth, easy ride down. Oh, I'm not ready for it to be the last hill, I want to keep peddling and enjoy the challenge of another hill and another and another...
So how about if I just am. I am happy. I love life. I am in love with my husband and love my children and grandchildren. I am happy that I still ride my bike. I love that I can look back and see where I have been and look ahead and see the road yet to travel. No peaks in sight!
I guess I decided I'm riding the crest. I hope it is a big hill, maybe even a mountain, and that it will last a long, long time.
I feel better now,
Thanks for listening.