One of the perks of being 49andcounting is that life slows down. The house isn’t full of hungry bodies asking “what’s for dinner?” The stacks of folded laundry aren’t a permanent fixture on the couch anymore, no more finger prints on the refrigerator door. No pile of shoes near the front door! The wall calendar has blanks, that at one time were filled with ball games, practices, church meetings, and more. The nest is empty!
And that feeling I dreamed of so many times… that feeling I wished for as I locked myself in the bathroom for just a moment of peace…well, it’s a double-edged sword. I’m not so busy anymore, and, guess what? I don’t always like it! And to top it off, I feel guilty! Guilty for not being busy! Who’da thought it?
And so at fifty-something, I make my list. Of all the things I can do or could do. All the things I’ve wanted to do or should do. And I fill my calendar…with helping others, adventures with friends, visits with children, a nap here and there. At 49andcounting I’m not frantically rushing through each day with very little time to stop and enjoy the small things.
I am so blessed to be growing older and not so busy anymore.