A pretty good life

Sometimes when life gets me down I wonder why I am still here. I am no longer taking care of someone, or working for anyone, so what is the point?

Today, while I was walking, it came to me.

I am showing my children and grandchildren what a woman, living alone, in her seventies can still do.  I still have interests and those interests change over time. I'm not stuck back in my youth, nor am I just sitting around waiting to die. In many ways I am as alive and vibrant as I've ever been.

I learned that attitude from my grandmother even though she and I have had radically different lifestyles, we have both embraced living. My oldest granddaughter will be 28 in two days and I am so proud of her. She has put herself through college while working and supporting herself. I think she knows she can do anything she sets her heart on. My youngest granddaughter will be 13 tomorrow and she has a great start. Both her parents are real go getters who encourage her to put herself out there and find her best life. I am so proud of her too. They make my life worthwhile even when nothing else seems to.

It has taken me nearly twenty five years to miss being in a relationship, but my life is still full. I enjoy my hobbies and while I don't have anyone to share my home with, there are plenty of people to share my life with if I choose.  

That may be as good as it gets.