My Granddaughter looked up from her video game. “Dad, how many lives do we get?” she asked innocently.
“Just one.” He replied.
“Awww-www!” Disappointed, she turned back to her device.
With the dawn of a new decade I find myself realizing that my one life is headed in the wrong direction—down—like 6 feet under. That one life seems to be picking up speed and I don’t know how to slow it down.
My husband likes to drive the speed limit, while I tend to go at least 5 over.
“Why are you always in a hurry?” he often barks.
“Because life is too short to poke along!” is my standard reply.
Now that it’s 2020 I’m realizing how true those words are. I’m not going to slow down unless I absolutely have to. I don’t think I’m going through a late-life crisis, it’s more like this: With the turn of another landmark year, I am seeing the curve of the road ahead and that I’m actually not in control of my speed....