New

I have always looked upon “life” as the road to death.  I never realized that until this morning when I was walking.  As a three-year-old child I contemplated who would meet me in heaven if I died too soon.  As a young mother I only wanted to make it until my children grew up.  As a divorced wife I figured I’d had a good life.

I was always just getting by until death claimed me.  Looking back that seems like a strange perspective.

In the past year I have slowly found a zest for life, for living, that has altered that.  I realized, while I was walking this morning, that many of the things everyone has always claimed were true….are!

It’s almost like I am being reborn; as if I am a new person at the age when many people are just contemplating retirement.  Everything has changed.  I am tired early, go to sleep quickly, wake up early, find myself able to turn down food that isn’t good for me and even find a sort of yearning for, if not exactly pleasure in, walking.

I wonder if this is temporary, some sort of hearing death knocking at the door, form of denial, or if it is an actual new path? 

Whatever it is, it is new.