My life has its ups and downs. When I turned 70 was when I felt that my life was heading into its golden years. I have always been a person that moved fast, physically and mentally. It was mostly due to my ADD. Even with medication I have realized that rushing is a problem when you reach 70. I have to force myself to slow down and smell the roses, take one step at a time, and get a good night’s sleep or a rest time when the opportunity presents itself. Life is short. Why ruin it with a broken bone or sprained ankle.
When I was a child I ran everywhere. I hated being in the house and consequently I loved the outdoors. More space, more air etc. Sometimes I would lay on the grass in the back yard or at the park and watch the clouds move through the sky. I was always looking for angels. I use to think I saw birds or some kind of being floating among the clouds, however I was never afraid of what I thought was up there.
When I traveled with my folks on a road trip I loved to sing. It annoyed my brother so I eventually stopped singing. I believe it caused a loss for me because I can carry a tune even though I don’t have a quality voice. The other way I use to amuse myself was to watch the horizon. I would make up stories in my head believing there were Indians riding their horses along the cliffs and hills. This thinking came because I loved westerns. My favorite was Bonanza.
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