So Now You're 68
I can’t believe it’s me . . .
Walking with my adult children. I used to be the young adult with my aunts and mother. Time travels fast in this walk of one’s life.
I can’t believe it’s me when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror
Or put on my very comfortable clothes.
I can’t believe it’s me taking all these pills everyday and visiting a doctor almost weekly.
I can’t believe it’s me using a cane for short trips and a walker for long because there is a seat if I need to sit down.
I can’t believe I practice mindfulness
Which means not thinking about what tomorrow may bring for me or my family.
I can’t believe God has stuck beside me through all the good and the bad found in being alive.
I can believe I have a great family and friends who walk alongside thick or thin.
Memory of the Garden, Vincent van Gogh, 1888 Public Domain
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