It's That Time Again

It is coming close to the end of yet another year. A time where I usually take stock of what I’ve done these past twelve months, and what I might have done differently.

They say that hindsight is twenty-twenty and that statement is truer now than ever before. The older I get the more introspective I become; but also, more adept at letting go of what is not really important and holding tight to what is. I’ve written a lot about being a mother this year, and I’m not sure why. It’s only a part of my life, a major part to be sure, but still, just a part of who I am. Maybe it stems from watching my children enter the arena of adulthood, and wanting to point out the pitfalls, the gullies they will step into if they are not careful.

Although it is the flat plains of life I would like them to experience, it is just as important to experience the highs of the mountains and the loneliness of the deep caverns.

Some of the goals I’ve set for myself have been met and surpassed, while others sit waiting, like a lone apple on the top of the tree, waiting to be picked. It’s been up there for quite some time, and is no worse for wear in the waiting. Just like me.

But I am realizing it is coming time to pick that last apple, to pluck from life all that is offered to me. I have done what I set out to do and await the challenge of what tomorrow may bring. I will face the future with my head held high for I am proud of every step and misstep taken, for it defines who I am.

As I enter my 55th year I will look upon it as a time of spiritual growth, awareness and health expansion of a strong and sturdy body & soul. There are many good things in store for me and for all of us. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

How about you? You, dear reader, are part of who I am now, and what I am becoming. I enjoy meeting you, and nothing thrills me more to learn I’ve made you cry.

Old friends who have fallen away stay new with the memories of another time, and new ones who emerge like poppies on the field, their aroma growing ever sweeter day by day.

May we always cherish the yesterdays, todays and tomorrows before they are swept away, like flowers in the wind.