The class of 65 is in route to Mississippi for the 50th reunion of West Point High School aka as the “United Nations.” Preparing to call the session to order and performing a last minute sound check are Norma Clark Atkins and Olivia Catledge Portera and the nice fella who is serving as audiovisual technical director for special effects. His name escapes me as does the day of the week. Olivia thought it was Thursday but I was pretty sure it is only Wednesday – only three days to go.
Sunday is ticking away and it feels more like summer than spring. But I learned an important lesson today – fulfillment is more important than happiness. Seems to me all really good things happen on a Sunday.
It’s almost laughable how we humans sometimes get lost when we insist walking alone after dark and are certain the boogie man is hot on our heels. That’s what my almost four-month walk seems like in hindsight. I flat lost my way and would compare it to being sucked through a keyhole – backwards.
Last week I lost my place in the world along with all peace of mind. Sometimes the world crowds in on us like that and we want to go screaming into the night. Instead, I took a time out not unlike Coach Newell used to make us do in high school.
Subtitle: Why I love getting older.
Yes – that’s us white water rafting in North Carolina. I was letting Marie and Jill do all the paddling. We were about sixty that year and who knew more good times were still ahead of us. The best, really.
Let’s face it. From the moment we’re born, we’re growing older. But don’t expect me to commiserate about the negatives of aging. I choose instead to dwell on the good side of the condition and I find more to appreciate with each passing year. Seriously!