I can honestly say that I never began feeling old until I hit sixty. Maybe it is because we finely sold our full service restaurant of thirty seven years and I now have time to relax. I still work a full time job but it is like being on vacation compared to being in the hectic environment of a restaurant. Or maybe it is because my body is punishing me for the long hours and frenzied pace. Whatever the reason I notice I am not as spry as I use to be and my knees hurt from standing on concrete to cook and running from table to table to please and serve.
All in all though, I feel pretty good considering. I do have issues. Don't we all?
I could rant about those issues the loss, the heartache, the grudges; oh yeah, sorry I hold a lot of grudges. But instead I would like to consider them life lessons that I will never repeat. I want to focus on the joys and the gifts I have been given, and they are many. One of those gifts is the gift of health. Oh yes, as everyone I have issues with health too. But what I am talking about is the big stuff. The stuff that is life changing.
I have too many friends with cancer, that I want to stop counting. I have lost so many wonderful people that enriched my life that I can not attend a funeral without uncontrollable sobbing. This is, in a way, a bit funny because some of my closest friends are involved in the funeral business. Their funeral home is across the street from what, use to be, our restaurant. We grew up together and now it has come to them drawing straws to see who will sit next to me in a funeral church service. I have turned sixty with all it's life wisdom and I am laughing at myself.
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