Romancing Life: My First 65 Years of Learning a Living

I have learned that the years pass more quickly after the age of sixty-five, and I’ve learned to accept the early mornings and early nights that now arrive unexpectedly. I’ve learned to laugh more often at more things than I did before, and I learned that to worry is a total waste of time...because hardly anything is as bad as it may seem. I’ve learned to accept the wrinkles where they never used to be...and my hairdresser now blends the strawberry blonde with the gray. I trust that I will grow old gracefully...and if someone doesn’t like me it’s none of my business.

“After Sixty-Five”

Is a freedom I do suppose...In that you know more of the basics and care less about the frills. And whether they are here or there...no matter what... My children remain near and dear in my heart forever and always... And I will always wonder if I would have or could have done more.

And now...

As I wander towards the sunset...There are still rainbows and rainy days and all the sun and clouds in between...

And so it is...