For the first time ever I miss my 20's

OK not the first time but darn if it doesn't run across my mind several times a day lately. I keep trying to remember what it was like to plan on staying awake all night to complete a project. I had three kids in my 20's so it is possible that I spent most days cleaning up baby messes and tending to those constantly demanding little ids. Instead I remember being divorced, working out every morning and most evenings and going back to school studying creative writing.


My thirties are a blur of soccer games, working at the bank and time with attorneys. My forties were slated to make up for my 30's. I had begun the cello, started my catering business and deciding to be happy. I remember energy and still believing that I could change my life, there was still time. Then the accident and time spent waiting for things to change and get going again.


Now I'm looking at 50 in a few weeks. I am not unhappy. Going vegan is working for me. I am losing weight, slowly but headed in the right direction. I enjoy Hubby. We are older, settled and even boring but given the choice I would choose to spend my time with him, and he seems to feel the same way. I get to spend time with my oldest, youngest and their significant others. I miss my middle daughter but all evidence points to her being happy. That goes a long way to calming a mother's heart.


So why the coveting of being in my 20's It's simple. Energy. It's 8:30pm. I have cooked dinner, packed lunches. And that was after I dropped the first dinner across the floor. I cleaned up all of that. I spent a few hours today working with my niece on a quilt she is giving to her sister. I also talked to my brother for over an hour as he tries to navigate the wild ride that is a high school senior girl. I also washed my hair and combed it out. I did Internet research and lots of other little things that are slipping my mind right now. I have projects I haven't finished yet (I started the volunteer newsletter a week ago and still haven't sent it out). I haven't even touched my list of fun. Things like reviewing my giant stack of craft books, sewing new kitchen curtains (this is where I stopped last night on my way to making a point)

Today is a new day. The newsletter went out, the antibiotics have kicked in, and I even cleared a few more things off my desk. I still haven't uploaded my photos or added my book reviews, but that will wait for the weekend. As for tonight, it is almost 7:30 - the Jeopardy witching hour. I have typed enough today to be dealing with cramped wrists. I shopped for the coffee house/poetry lounge I'm helping with tomorrow. I think I will put that age and experience to use and go kick some Jeopardy butt,

Be well.