And then, in a split second--my neck .....ouch. He continued to dive for the balloon...and I remembered I was older. WAY older. My neck tweaked and instantly I thought, "No wonder things rattle around in my head. I AM the scarecrow on the Wizard of Oz. It's official. I have no brain." I remembered the car accident a mere 16 years ago. Ugh.
The only words that comes to me this morning are Toby Keith's lyrics, "I'm not as young as I once was." Sometimes, I forget that I'm in this thing called 'mid-life.' O.k. not sometimes--actually, often.
It's not all bad. More wisdom. More knowledge of what's important. Less tolerance for immaturity. Less financial struggle. Cheaper date--less alcohol needed. More life experiences with which to gauge life. More ability to talk about world events. More books read. More Facebook/Less SnapChat. More interest in comfort. Less need to tweet every move. Less entitlement.
Pretty simple. None of us want to get older, but actually, it is a blessing.
My season right now is, while an occasional game of "Head Balloon Volleyball" is fun, it is more about the memories with people than impressing others. More about time spent with those that are important in our lives. More about finding those people that treat you well, share common interests, make you laugh, hand you a tissue for your tears, and make you a priority. It's no longer about what you can do for me, but what we can do for each other. It's not about trophies or self-esteem, it's about doing life together--in this season. More substance.
Enough philosophy. Now I'll go figure out how I'm going to work today. In the words of Evelyn on the movie Fried Green Tomatoes, "Face it, girls, I'm older and I have more insurance." Thank goodness I also have less "care factor," because explaining this to the doc should be fun! "Well, you see, I was playing head balloon volleyball...."
#MoreIceAndAdvilPlease