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 |  My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon. |
| PROMPT May 12th Write about a fork in the road in your life, and how you made the decision to go the direction you did. What would have happened if you chose the other path? I don't recall a neon sign flashing 'over here, turn right here, yes, you, get off the road, this is the path for you, trust me.' That would have saved me a great deal of pain and grief after colliding with cars while cycling, not once but twice. Where did this directional sign hide because I've never noticed it. Granted, I tend to live in forested areas, but still... I'm not sure that I ever wandered off the path. Oh sure, my life has had me stumbling, slipping and sliding, scrabbling and what have you. It's not always been a level roadway easily traversed without pot holes and loose gravel. Sometimes, I've careened around tight blind corners and dropped down steep hills with my stomach flip-flopping and my breath suspended. My life has been a ride and I've never mapped it out. I have no regrets and I don't sneak a peek over my shoulder in the rear view mirror. Okay, I reminisce, but I do not rue what might have been. I am happy with what has been, what is and what will be. Could my journey have been different? Sure, but it is what it is. Each road explored led me to other roads. I've turned left. I've followed the ramblings of a river. I've stopped to admire the scenery. I've travelled solo and with companions. All of it led to where I am now. I have no idea where I might have been. |
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