Sometimes I sit here and think to myself, dude, WTF are you doing?
I mean, one life. That's all we get (I think?). And this is it.
All of the things I want to see, all of the things I want to do, each day creeps up and steals another moment from me. But I let it. I have nobody to blame but myself.
I got into this mode of blaming. Like, well, I can't do this because I have a baby. I can't do this because I need to be around when the kids get home from school. I can't do this because there isn't enough money. I can't do this because what if I am not smart/good/ enough?
So, so many I can'ts. Is can'ts a word? I think not. I just can'ts believe it. OK, so I recognize that it is not a word but I am still using it because we are all bright enough to grasp the usage of it. Right?
I have a Fifty by Fifty list of things that I want to do within the next ten years or so, and fifty things is a lot of things! And fifty years old is OLD. (No offense to anyone currently 50, over 50 or knocking on 50s door. Really. I just don't want to be that old yet.) I don't feel 40 even! I think 40 is the new thirty. So maybe fifty is the new forty and when I actually do turn fifty it'll really just be like I am turning forty! Woo, that just got a little confusing there.
I hate thinking about turning fifty. I hate that each year goes by so fast and nothing will just slow it down. I need to do stuff! I need to see stuff! There is so much out there to do and see and I feel like time and my opportunities are just slipping through my fingers. I really am on a quest to see and do some of these things that I think are important, to me.
I know that plenty of people are content with what they have and really have no interest in getting out there too far, but I do! And I want to be young enough for it to still be easy and fun.
I keep adding to my places to go list, whenever I find a place that I want to see. And I add things to my things to do list all of the time. I am planning on crossing off several things on my 50/50 lis within the next few weeks. I'll tell you all about my adventures when I am done.
Sorry I left you with a cliffhanger!
I totally get it. I feel like I'm still 25. I liked turning 30, but moving towards 40 scares me a bit!
ReplyDeleteI always dreaded the idea of turning 50. And I have to say that, once I did, I don't like it. Although it's much better than the alternative! But seriously, I don't dig being 50. I don't look back and wish I had done this or that. I was totally dedicated to the raising of the lovelies and I was quite busy for a quarter of a century. But still, being 50--I'm there. And I'm still not ready.
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