Past The Half Time Show
I woke up in a fog today. I heard someone at the door around 10:30 and knew someone was delivering something because my kid texted me a warning the night before. I had actually woken at the crack of dawn but refused to get up. I checked my phone, looked at messages and went right back to sleep - something I don't often do. But when that happens, I am in intense dreamland and groggy upon waking, which is where I was today. I didn't even notice Andrew wasn't next to me. I was being careful not to wake him. I stumbled out to the living room and heard someone in the kitchen. The only thing I could think of was "how did Mikaela get this person a key and why is he in my kitchen?" I was definitely surprised and relieved to find it was Andrew. I hate that kind of morning.
Then I got to thinking about the day. I'm 55 today. I have lived more than half my life. It's kind of a sad thought. I thought about the people who will remember me one day. Some will look back fondly at the memory of me. Others will say good riddance. There's not a ton of in-between. It is what it is.
I've done a lot. I raised two good kids. I was a good daughter (and, I'll add, a good daughter in law). I had a shit ton of fun in the beginning of my career. I've gotten to meet people and see things and make a lot of memories. All of that is good. And I have things to look forward to. I'm going to be married soon. One day I'll actually get to retire because of the job I hold now. I look forward to seeing what my kids do with their lives. And I look forward to visiting as many beaches as I can.
It's an interesting feeling to know that time is ticking and I've passed the halfway point (which, granted, I did a while ago because who wants to live to be 100? Probably not me.). I feel like I should be making goals for the remainder of my life. What's really important for me to see? Prague and Puerto Rico are on that list (and entirely attainable, I know). Croatia and a return trip to Krakow and Budapest would be nice. I'd like to go to Russia to see what my mom liked so much (and it really helps that I'm marrying a fluent Russian speaker!). The pandemic has changed things in my world. I miss people and I miss seeing things. I want more of that. I want to find a good treasure, be it a large shark tooth, a fun gem or a cool surprise found with my metal detector. I want to have fun.
When I turned 50, my brother had a really good idea of doing 50 fun things in the year as a celebration. Well, my mom was sick and needed a lot of attention that year so it didn't happen. So now I'm upping the challenge: 55 fun things in a year.
So, who's in? Who wants to join in the fun?
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