The Dynamic Duo

I read something today in a book I was skimming through. Luci Swindoll said that when she couldn’t think of anything to write about that she just started writing about whatever; rambling even, and a germ of an idea might emerge. I thought I might give it a try, since writer’s block has been preventing me from blogging lately.
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about turning 50, which I will do in a couple of weeks. For most of the past year, I’ve been telling myself and others that I was almost 50. I thought that way I might just sort of glide gracefully into the next decade with a minimum of trauma and alarm. I don’t think its working. Hmm, 50. Half a century. More than half my life over. An age I considered ANCIENT when I was a child. Only 20 years to 70. But I don’t feel ancient. I don’t feel like someone in the backstretch of life. I’m just me; who I’ve always been. It’s easy to think about all the things I thought I might accomplish someday, but there was always time: get a college degree; do more writing; get really toned and fit with a flatstomach; get my house all cleaned up and organized; really read and study my Bible all the way through; really work on my personal relationship with God, keep in better touch with my kids and siblings, do something creative.
I do have a very good life. I’m not complaining, and I don’t have a “poor me” complex. I have a very sweet, caring and responsible husband. I have absolutely wonderful kids. I like my job for the most part; not all the time, and it doesn’t pay all that well, but I do get a lot of satisfaction when I feel like I’m helping make someone’s life a little easier or more pleasant. Peoples’ finances are very important to them…......A funny thing; I ran into a man in the valley who is a customer and he asked “how is my money?” I jokingly said, “I’m taking care of it for you. It’s all gone.” He said, “well that is what my exwife used to say. I’d ask her every so often about my money and she said the same thing, so that’s okay.” ...........Okay, let’s see; I love leading my WeightWatcher group, especially when they are experiencing success. I love where I live; my house, my town, etc. I love my cats, even when I have to clean litterboxes and vacuum up cat hair.
The bottom line I guess is that turning 50 is better than the alternative. Well, perhaps not better, because when the alternative does happen I will be with the Lord for eternity, but I’m not ready to do that just yet. And who knows; maybe I will yet accomplish some of the things on my list and add a few new ones before it does happen? For now I guess I’ll just keep muddling along and see what happens next.
UltraYoungMom