Stick around

I remember thinking that life was basically over at 50.  The children were raised and gone.  The increase in my weight was matched by an almost constant decrease in health.  I began to burrow in for the long cold years of old age.

Surrounded by the elderly from a very early age I had definite preconceived notions about living and what life was all about.

Now, assuming that I will live to be about 99, I am discovering that life is divided into thirds, or at least mine seems to be.

The first third was spent trying to grow up and get settled.  I wasn’t particularly good at that.

The next third was bringing up my children.  I like to think I was pretty good at that.

This last third is turning out to be well worth waiting for!

The children are grown and have children of their own.  My health seems to have taken a turn for the better.   I can pretty much make ends meet financially.  I have meaningful work to do and time to do it. 

Instead of forcing me to dig in and begin the descent into oblivion, the universe has seen fit to send me love and joy beyond anything I could ever have imagined.  I am so glad I stuck around for this part!