In an earlier post, I made reference to the fact that in thirteen years I will be ninety years old. I am so sorry I ever did the math for this fact because I cannot seem to keep the litany, “thirteen years to ninety” out of my head. It doesn’t repeat time after time, but every so often and way more often than I’d like, that phrase darts into my mind and gives me great pause.
I guess I’d
never really looked at how much time I may or may not have left. Yes, I get a
year older with each passing year. Yes, I’m not as capable with regard to some
things as I once was. Yes, I’ve been retired for eleven years. No, I hadn’t
really thought about what those yeses meant. Now I have and I believe I am most
sorry.
On the other
hand, perhaps it was a good wake-up call because I am being more optimistic
about the future and making plans that will enhance that time. But I’m also not
dwelling on the phrase that keeps popping up, but trying, and succeeding for
the most part I think, to stay in the day and time that’s here right now.
It’s not going
to hurt to make some plans for the future. Making arrangements for new
experiences will give me events to which I can look forward. At the same time,
it’s important I look to today, to now for the immediate experience at hand.