We are Young (Fun)

    I had an epiphany the other day.  Somewhere between counting the greys that seem to be creeping up on my curly haired head and analyzing my lack of retirement funds...I realized that I am the youngest that I will ever be.  Let me say this again.

I. Am. The. Youngest. I. Will. Ever. Be.

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The youngest I will ever be....I am.

Soy el más joven que nunca será.

I am drifting in a sea of ships celebrating four decades.  One by one we are sinking...into mid-life crises.  We are throwing in towels and hiking our pants to some crazy heights.  Actually, I have to say my peeps are aging quite gracefully...but we are still mere babies.  The life expectancy has to be up to 100 or so by now with all of this modern medicine, right?!?  Alright, maybe not...but come on.  Think about it.  Today....this day...this moment...you are the YOUNGEST you will ever be.  If you start to think this way there just might be a shift.  A shift to live life with a sense of exuberance.  With just a touch of wild abandon...whatever your "crazy" might be.  Maybe it's mild...but it is still YOUR "yeehaw" moment and nobody can steal that with their judgement.
     Now, I am not saying we should be irresponsible or that we should shrug the duties of adulthood...please, there is nothing more annoying than a "stuck" adult...but don't put one leg in the grave either.  Our forties are supposed to be when we really come into our own.  Find our voices.  So find it and let it sing!  Each day is a ticking clock in which we grow older but if you use this as a metronome to live...the music can be wonderful.  Look at it from one direction and you can grow sad and tired...or look at it the other way and start to feel YOUNGER.  The choice is yours.  I know which approach I'm going with! 
     It's the beginning of a weekend.  A weekend in which you will be the youngest you will ever be...LIVE LIKE IT!!!!

Under the Weather (KT Tunstall)

     At work the other day...hour by hour...I felt it.  First in my eyes.  Then my throat.  Glands tender.  Maybe I'm just exhausted I thought.  I made it to the pick up line at school where I put my car seat back and set an alarm to take a nap.  I don't remember falling asleep.  By the time dinner was over I was burning with fever and shaking with chills.  "NO!",  I thought.  Not me, not now.  I could push myself somewhere in between denial and stupidity or I could head to the couch.  I opted for the latter.  It's been days now.  Countless cups of tea and sinus pills later I am still not back to myself.  This begins to frustrate me.  I don't like to waste time especially when there is so much to do.  Being sick is a waste of time.  But somewhere in my head I hear my mother's voice...you are burnt.  My body is doing what it always has.  It stops me when I won't allow myself to stop.  If shuts down when I don't take breaks. 
     It has been the type of illness that doesn't allow reading.  I've been napping and eating oranges.  I've also been emptying my dvr.  It's been loaded because the old habit of watching countless hours of tv each week is down to very little.   I guess lots of habits are different or changing. 
     I have also had much time between cat naps and refills of tea mugs.  Time allows my mind to race.  I've been more sick lately than usual.  I think it's part of the mourning.  The old life is leaving me bit by bit and with it go pieces of me as well.  I discovered this in the funniest place.  My DVR.  Seems I've had shows tucked for a long time.  Now some of them don't even interest me anymore.   They were part of the distraction that life can provide for us if we allow it.  When you are quiet in bed...too tired to be productive...too still to play...too weary to allow the noise of life...is when you have to listen to the real stuff.  My last few weeks were insanely busy.  I rushed from thing to thing.  I am running from the ghosts of yesterday.  I am fleeing from the flurry of foes.  I am running.  Here in bed they can all catch me.  Ironically as my body seems to feel stronger my mind seems to feel heavier. 
     The skies have been grey and snowy all day.  My chocolate pooch has been my faithful companion.  My comforter has been my friend or enemy depending on the rush or fall of temperatures I am experiencing.  My phone has been fairly quiet.  I am in some quiet time out from the universe...and it's ok.  Maybe the spirit, the body, the mind just know that I am getting ready for the next round.  Just a little rest for the girl who doesn't know how to take it on her own so her body does it for her.   Maybe one of these days they can communicate better...

Everyday I'm Shufflin' (Party Rock Anthem · LMFAO)

pack lunches · work · rush to get kids from school · homework · make dinner · laundry · clean bathroom · vacuum · mail · trash night · another load of laundry · enter points · new things · blog posts · Words w Friends · pick up kids · PTO · birthday party · karate · more laundry · clean another bathroom · school project · read · tv night  · charts · recipes · menu planning · schedules · emails · shower · clean out fridge · trash night · tweet · scrub stove top · clean bird cage · dust · water plants · rearrange furniture · sort old clothes and donate · purge · catch up texts to pals · Dunkin' drive thru · charts · notes to Dad · walk dog · feed fish · clean birdcage · email parents · volunteer at school · dust · decorate for holidays · hang to dry clothes · empty dishwasher · find new recipe · catch a movie · post pics · scrub stove · play with dog ·
read to kids · email sister · get to gym · recycle catalogs · set up play dates · watch shows · read books · and about a million other little and big things each minute of each hour of each day of each week ·

and do it all over again and again and again and again...