The Sands of Time

My birthday is upon me again. It does not feel like it’s been a year that’s gone by. And I turn 53. Aging has always been difficult for me to deal with. The idea of my body slowly breaking down has not been very appealing.

But, I’m learning something different. While my body is breaking down, it is not what it used to be. I am not able to run, jump, fall, climb or see like I used to, I’m also aware that my body isn’t ‘turning on’ me like I thought it would.

And I get to see what kind of men my sons are turning into. I like that. And I know my wife better, and I love her more, and I enjoy even more spending time with her. Those are really good things.

And I know more than I used to know, from reading, talking with people, attending lectures/workshops and from experience. That comes in handy.

And I really kind of like moving a little slower than I used to. I really have begun seeing what’s around me to appreciate.

So I’m grateful for my age. I’m better than I used to be, and I like that.