I’m just back from a long morning walk. Gorgeous sky, just-right breeze, birds singing, at least 5 nannies or moms out with tots in open-air limousines (strollers), and a far-off sighting of Rita walking her dog. And that was just the beginning.
Most wondrous was a sudden realization. For years I’ve been fearful about turning 78, even though I still have just over two years to go before that happens.
My Mom died in February 1999. She was 78 years old. She had a stroke (brain bleed) that she couldn’t overcome because of her already compromised body. Three months after the stroke, she died peacefully in a wonderful hospice facility.
That same year, my fear of turning 78 was born. Magnified by fear that I might not even make it to 78 years. Never mind that my father was nearly 97 when he died. My problem would be getting to 78 and beyond without dying.
This morning, for the first time, I realized I no longer fear turning 78 or not living long enough to celebrate 78 years. Why not? I’m not sure.
A second unexpected event was seeing one of my neighbors when I was almost home. She had just finished a novel she thought I would love. She was right! I carried it home and will begin reading it today. It’s a murder mystery set in the marshlands of the North Carolina coast. Where the Crawdads Sing, by Delia Owens.
And finally, a third exciting reality: Our painter is beginning work on our bedroom! After which the carpet will be replaced, and we’ll start putting it all back together again.
More than enough to fill my happiness cup for today, with some left over for tomorrow.
Happy Monday to you!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 16 September 2019
Photo of North Carolina Marsh found at ncwetlands.com
Oh, Elouise, those seemingly small, but delight-inducing moments are precious! I’m so glad that already today you have encountered a trio of them I wouldn’t be at all surprised if more were in the vicinity, one of which might be linked to Sir Smudge (cats are often a source of delight in my life)! Enjoy!
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Thanks, Debbie! It was a strange and totally unexpected set of circumstances. Gratefully received! 😊💕
I’m so glad that you no longer dread the approach of 78. Enjoy life – I do, with my 90th approaching, even though I can’t walk freely without cane or walker.
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Thanks, Waldo. Not just for this encouraging comment, but for showing me a bit about how to enjoy life. 😊