I'm 70! Wow, that's a mouthful! I've been
waiting so long to die that I find it rather
unbelievable. But at some point, it must
be accepted or rejected. I pray I have the
courage to accept it.
So, having messed about and wasted plenty
of time, what the hell does one do with 70?
Me thinks the only path for me is to embrace
this gift of time shared with me from the
universe. I find I much lament the time I have
wasted . . . frittering it away in lamentations,
worries, curses and stamping my feet.
Having wasted, to some degree or other, the
first few months of being 70 . . . 'tis time to
decide who I want to be when I grow up. I
find myself giddy with anticipation . . .
Above all, I want to grow . . . NOT grow up!
Grow! 'Tis a fine time to leave behind the
'petties' as I like to call them! The petty of
holding grudges, the petty of not forgiving,
the petty of belittling myself, the petty of
smirks and sours, whatever they may be!
Why is it that we simply cannot BE?! Why
can't we bask in the miracle of BEING?!
Watch out life, here I come and I'm going
to be great!!! (I'm tempted to say, "Now,
I'm in for it!" But no, that was the old me!)
slowly but surely
awaking from my nightmares
put them behind me
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