A friend of mine once wrote a play
that took place on an exercise mat. The
premise was that at the end of a workout, when everyone was relaxing on mats, one
woman just stayed on her mat. After all, the instructor had said, “Get up when
you’re ready,” and she just didn’t feel ready.
So she stayed … and stayed and stayed.
Ahh…. If only we
could wait until we were really ready to move on!
I remember being terrified at the
thought of graduating college and leaving the security of the academic womb. And I
wonder if I’m the only woman who dashed off to the hospital after her water
broke, thinking, “So soon? But I’m not ready yet!”
As for marriage...Right before my
wedding to the man I’m still very happily married to today, I confided to my
dad that I wasn't sure I was ready.
“That’s okay,” he told me. “You never feel ready for these things.”
“But you were only 21 when you
married mom,” I said. “I’m 24!”
“Oh,” he said. “I was thinking about the second time when I
was 49. I didn’t feel ready then either.”
Well, when I started this blog, some
24 days ago, I certainly didn’t feel prepared to turn 60. Today, I’ve still got
some reservations about what lies ahead, which I think is called “old age” and
is filled with all sorts of goodies like failing health and death. But on the whole, I really am feeling much
more upbeat. Maybe it’s got something to do with all this blogging I’ve been doing
– 19 posts to date, 20 if you count today’s. With 36 more days to go, I really don’t have
time to worry about getting old. I mean
it’s going to happen regardless of whether I’m ready. Or it won’t happen, which would be a helluva
lot worse. Besides I’ve got a lot more immediate concerns, like all these posts
I’ve got to write before I reach my goal.
Today’s post is nearly done, but what about tomorrow’s? And the 30 or so
ones after that? What am I going to write about?
Maybe you’ve got an idea …?
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