Pondering

I am 58 years old. I have lived longer than either of my parents. They were so young. Didn't seem that way at the time but looking back they missed so much.
I have so many things I wonder about as senior status is breathing down my neck:

Will I ever meet the love of my life? I hope I don't live out my life without experiencing true love just once.

Will I see my grandchildren?

Have I been the best mother (and in some ways father)I could be to my children?

Would my Dad be proud of the woman I have become?

Will I ever achieve my dream of being an artist? Not famous, just enough of an artist to satisfy myself?

Will I ever have a real home again?

Am I too old to dance?

Does this fat make my ass look big?

Have I lived a good life so far?

Do I do all I can to give some small comforts to people who are less fortunate than I am?

Am I really 58 already? More than half of my life is over,where did the time go?

So many questions, I'll have to wait and see.

I wonder if:

If my true friends know how much I love them?

If I'll ever be able to retire?

If I'll be old and alone?

If God knows how much I appreciate all of the glorious gifts He has given me?

If I will ever feel secure again?


I am so grateful for:

My precious children.

My multiple talents, a gift from God.

The support of my true friends.

My doggies,both the living and those who have gone over the Rainbow Bridge.

Surviving poverty up to this point.

My health.

My career choice, it sometimes makes me crazy but being a nurse is a ministry for me.

A place to live and food on my table.

The kindness of strangers.

Learning how to read even if it was at the age of 22.

My East Tennessee strong country roots.

Sonic Limeade

Being an American

That is where I am at 58, I wish I had written something similar at 21. I will write something similar when I am 68,78,88,98..... stay tuned.