Sleeping in, on a rainy day.
I have heard that there is nothing like it, and it is true.
Turn over, tune out and let time slip away.
When the mood finally strikes, ease out of the bed, and indulge in a heavenly cup of coffee.
No need to stress over things that were once the norm: Get up, get dressed, get going and don’t be late.
Yes, the past 50+ years were like that.
Call me mellow yellow.
Things are beginning to seem much clearer now.
What is it that I would like to do for the remaining years of my life?
Still considering the options, as I observe the lives of those around me.
Most have put off living to their fullest, until they reach a “future” goal.
I am at the point where I think living to the fullest just may be what we do everyday, as long as it makes us happy.
If, that is, we know what happiness feels like.
It might take a few more months before I break the barrier, and that is ok.
In the meantime, I will continue to sleep in and cherish rainy days, and to find opportunities to observe and reflect on the lives of those I encounter.
For now, I am concentrating on living, and on what is really important in the years that I have left.