I loved this post and asked Barbara Younger at Friend for the Ride if I could reblog it on my site. As you age you look at life in a different perspective. Maturing is about accepting what is and not wishing for what has already been. Enjoy!
Remember the disappointment when your paintbox got messy? The brush and the water mixed up the colors.
Remember the sadness when the seat of your swimsuit wasn’t smooth any more? The side of the pool picked at the fabric.
Remember the shock when your shiny bike rusted? The rain and the air played nasty weather games.
Remember the year you realized you were getting old? Father Time finally said,” Gotcha!”
Were you thirty-five? Forty? Forty-five? Fifty? Later?
Lovely watercolors from the messy paints.
Gorgeous strokes despite the picks in the suit.
Miles of happy pedaling on the rusty bike.
Dame Agatha Christie wrote, “I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes… at the age of fifty, say… a whole new life has opened before you.”
Enjoy the second blooming. Some jolly times ahead!