In my life, I started out as a little girl. Then, I went to school, then college. Marriage and jobs followed. One day, I became pregnant and everything changed again.
Then, the nest emptied. Another transition.
Now, as I approach the magic age (in our society) of 65, another transition looms, and this is a big one.
Retirement (yes or no?) looms on the horizon, plus my body reminds me daily that I am becoming a young senior.
A young senior. There is something weird about that expression. But one thing is certain - time is slipping away.
I try not to leap out of my seat too quickly. I ponder throw rugs - aren't they a bit more slippery than they used to be? I worry about bathtubs in motels, which, magically, keep getting harder and harder to get out of. I see my mother in law, who is in her late 80's, age by the day.
I do exercises to maintain my strength so I can balance. Balance. It's something I used to take for granted. I see seniors I know struggle with their aging bodies and know that their transitions will be mine one day, too, even if I try to fight them off with exercise and diet.
And there is something else that has started recently - I seem to want to spend more time in my memories.
I smell leaves as I scuff though them and the scent makes me think of other times.
|One view of downtown Binghamton, New York, October 12|
I also know that if I take this picture on November 12, those trees will be bare and the ground may very well be covered with snow. And in a few months, the trees will be in bloom once again.
I've gone through the cycle of seasons so many times now. Transition after transition after transition.
What transitions have you had to live through recently?
Day 13 of the #Ultimate Blog Challenge