It is an interesting thing, this life. Today I reflected and worked and thought a lot about my life. I am in the midst of a Cleaning Venture ( if you dont know.) Today I started going through the piles of papers and "things I want to save" in my closet. My closet is large. It is big enough to house a baby or a rich person's wardrobe, shoes included. So because I have neither... it fills with papers and piles and bags and boxes. Of stuff. Let me tell you, I'd be better off with a baby! (maybe) So I recycled a lot of paper stuff it turns out I really don't need to keep....and a whole box of old phones! and in the process I found some poetry/stories written by my oldest. What a pleasure to read your kids' writings again. Because we all are in a different place now than we were then.... Just like when you re-read a great book, this time it may affect you in different ways, distinctive to where you are now in life...
I've been feeling melancholy and a bit nostalgic lately. Don't know if it's the time of year or time of life. Friends and work and kids all help....but I realize I am getting old. What a weird thing it is, to get old. To realize I am no longer "young" by any definition. I feel a bit sad about all the things I haven't done yet (and may not)... I am a happy person by nature though, so I always feel grateful for the time and experiences that Ive been given already...and I intend to make the most of all my days doing what ever I can and want to.
Just reflecting. sometimes you must. x