Getting older is not always easy. Every month there seems to be a little (and not so little) ache or pain that adds itself to the list. It makes me realize how little I appreciated my slim, lithe, 20-year-old body at the time. Of course, now I need to recognize that I could easily be doing the same thing and in 20 years look back on this time and see that, again, I wasn’t happy with myself in the moment.
So, what’s the moral of the story? Same one we get a lot of the time. Enjoy yourself! Be grateful for who you are and what you have, for time goes very fast.
Even our cats don’t seem to escape this fate. We had a little scare with Chlöe last night. She was gagging a little and scratching at her mouth. It ended up in a vet trip and lots of talk of potential medical problems. I just love my little kitty and I want her and her sister, Ishtar, to live forever. Is that so wrong? But they, too, are changing with the years, (although, admittedly Ishtar still looks 4, not her real 14).
So, why is it so hard to remember that every minute of the day precious?
Posted by paula at June 1, 2002 05:57 PM | TrackBack