Our “ta da” moments are just different as we grow older, that’s all. I clipped a little snippet from an old Family Circle magazine which spoke to me this morning.
It made the statement that the “middle aged woman whose greatest moment of glory was being named homecoming queen in high school, keeps on looking for joy in all the wrong places.”
“So does the older man for whom the summit of existence was shooting the winning basket in the last second of his high school basketball game. That was good – that was very, very good – THEN. But when they (or we) continue to crave the same ta-da experiences decades after young beauty or fleetness has faded, happiness may prove to be elusive.”
Isn’t that rich? It may also prove elusive if we’re always in such a hurry to get where we’re going that we forget to take notice of where we are. We need to pay close attention, especially as we grow older, to what’s good now – and allow that to make us happy.
So what does your “ta da” moment look like today? For me it’s that first cup of coffee in the morning, propped up in bed with Rebel snoring loudly and Lucky Duck growling at the noise. It’s a big pot of chili, bubbling on the stove.
Something as simple as a good hair day also makes me giddy with excitement as does the sound of William’s voice when he calls to tell me about his latest escapades in Nashville. It’s finishing a long walk – without excruciating pain – and finding two socks that match!
See – I bet I could count a hundred “ta da” moments in an average day. Today, I’m going to make a note of them, and really appreciate the small blessings that weave together to produce the fabric of our lives.