Yesterday was September 12th. I was not looking forward to “tomorrow”. Why did it come so fast? I do not want to be another year older. I can say I am officially in my mid-30s now. Duh-duh-duh…the big 34. Sigh… Hubby said it is just another day older. But it isn’t. From now on whenever I fill out paperwork I have to write a 34, or if someone asks (which I get a lot because I guess I look young or something) I now have to say 34, or when the kids ask I have to say 34, or just the fact of knowing it is now 34.
I have been having these thoughts recently about being a kid. Remembering back to the ages of my older ones…things I was thinking, wanting to do, accomplish, what I wanted to be… it was always changing. But something that really sticks out in my mind is being 8 or 9. I always admired the sky, its greatness, its change from one day to the next, never the same sunset or sunrise – it was limitless. I would just look up and smile and be free with it. On one particular day I remember looking up and seeing these glorious sun beams shining everywhere. I mean everywhere. It seemed like I was surrounded by something special that day – as if this light was just meant for me. From that day forward I always looked at light differently and how it truly is the Artist’s brush of beauty on this earth.
Last night as I was leaving Trader Joe’s (feeling a bit agitated at the coming day) I looked up and stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Something just for me…a reminder that even though I am a year older, I am still blessed to be able to witness greatness.