Now that I’ve reached a “certain” age I can no longer pretend that I’m young. I am sometimes surprised when I look in the mirror these days, as my reflection doesn’t fit my mental image anymore. I’ve have been “feeling” older the past couple of years, probably due to my sedentary lifestyle. I want to feel young again. I have been working out, and I have noticed an improvement in how I feel.
My boyfriend says you are only as old as you feel (mentally). I occasionally say or complain that I am feeling old, and this irritates him. He is lucky though, and looks 15 years younger than his real age. I however am not aging well. I am no longer pretty.
I have been thinking a lot lately about how much time I have left on this beautiful, wonderful green Earth. Lately I have been putting my priorities in order. I want every minute to count as much as possible. I want to spend as much time as I can with my boyfriend and family. That is the number one priority. Sometimes I complain that no one texts me or calls. But I keep calling and texting first, whether they respond much or not.
I want to spend my time doing things I enjoy. This means artwork: painting, drawing, making dolls. I want to spend my time learning about the nature of the universe and why I am here. I don’t want to waste my time watching TV or doing things that don’t really bring me fulfillment. I also will stop regretting the years I wasted doing things that were unimportant. I’ve learned from my mistakes. I can only make the best of life that I can manage.