I can go for weeks without the urge to write here until I have all these simple thoughts accumulated and it’s time to purge.
I know that sounds rude.
They are not big thoughts but…..
I want to be more cognizant of the fact that now I can do anything,
do whatever or not do anything at all
with no limits but those I put on myself,
to not be afraid of doing something stupid.
I want these years I have left to grow towards greater understanding of myself and life around me and not be satisfied with just passing the time pleasantly.
I want more.
Oh, I’ll tell you about my fingers getting crooked, ( I just noticed my little pinky is bent) the hassles I encounter and details of living my life, but every now and then I hope for a spark of something worth sharing.
Surely a 76 year old woman must have something to share of value.
(birthday coming up, no longer just only a 75 year old)
I do go on and on about my age don’t I, somehow my age makes me relevant here.