Thursday Night....
I used to always write on Thursday nights, it was a thing.
Now I'm just a bit too lazy to have a regular thing.
So now the thing is once a year or so.
Time flys...or is it flies...whatever, it moves quite fast once you are past the age of 50.
I'm not sure I was prepared for how fast or the issues which come with it...there is n ow no extra time, NONE...
It's funny, because at work the other day one of the younger nurses commented on how busy I am all the time during the summer. I looked his 30 year old self right in the eye and said,
"I have maybe 15 more summers left and some of them I may not even be healthy enough to do exciting things, so while I am able to wear the bikini, ride a bike and travel ( not all at the same time) I am going to make the most of it"
He said , " that's a little dramatic isn't it?" ....
Uhmmmmm, no. No, it is not.
Think about it....
as of right this minute on the couch, I can think back 3 summers very clearly and the things I did.
Those summers are gone.
3 years...3 summers...
So with that math I have about 12 left....
I have at least 2 more summers planned out
Puts me down to 10 summers.
10 years seems like a long time but yet is passes so quickly when you are just working and thinking about what you are going to do when you grow up.
It passes quickly when you are caring for teens and young adults and working full-time.
it goes by fast
super fast.
it's like when you tell your partner
"I'm too tired, let's revisit this tomorrow"
and before you know it you haven't even kissed in 4 years.
It goes by fast .
So now, my Thursdays have turned into once every 6 months while I plan what I should be doing to make my life a more exciting place to spend my adult years.
xo,
write ya later,
m