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Content to Live

This is 59.


Birthday photo 2025 - National Arboretum in the rain


It is a strange age.


It’s older than my sister Annette ever got to experience.


It is on the verge of “old”.  Or wait, is it old?  Is it just that what “old” is keeps getting pushed back further and further, so actually we hit it a long time ago?


I don’t feel “old”.


But, as always for a decade or so, I feel “resolute”.  I feel “accepting”.  I feel realistic.


I know my time on earth is limited, and I know I have used up over half of it.


Some of it I wasted – watching movies but not really paying attention, sleeping, dusting (though to be honest I have not wasted much time on that one, one look at our house will tell you that).


Some of it I relished - skiing down mountains, splashing in waterfalls and ocean waves, looking out at cornfields, clouds, and forests from high in the sky.


Some of it I suffered – watching loved ones die, witnessing friendships fading away, seeing my to do list grow and grow but not getting any of it done.


But most it – I lived. 


Just lived. 


Woke up.  Took a shower.  Did some work.  Made a meal.  Took a walk.  Wrote a story.  Talked to a stranger.


I lived.


And I’m cool with that.


59 so far. 


Less than that to go.


Odd to think of it that way, but that’s where I sit on the continuum. 


And I’m cool with that, too.


As long as I have a garden tomato and salt, a warm blanket to snuggle under, and my love by my side – I am content.


Content to just live.

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Jack Doppelt said…
Keep right on living. You're damn good at it. Those around you are better off in their living too. That's waht's come to be called a win-win.
June 17, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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