Turning Fifty

During the past two weeks I turned a half a century old. I was given the opportunity to savor the joys of having a party in which my family (some) and friends (some) showed up to help me celebrate. It was a great party. My wife planned it exquisitly. She did not plan on surprising me but she did. I knew about the party, I knew about the attendees, but she put together a scrapbook that was just incredible - highlights of my life, my family and cherished moments.

Fifty years of living one can accumulate a great many dreams, ideas and accomplishments. Well, I had the first two but was kind of depressed about my lack of accomplishments. After looking at the friends who made the great effort to attend my celebration I have no doubt about my accomplishments. I have great friends. I still have great ideas and dreams, so, who knows. Maybe someday.

Depressed about my accomplishments? Yeah, kind of. I had dreams about what I wanted to do with my life. I can't say that my life has turned out exactly as I planned but I can't complain about how sweet it is. I wish I had written a bestseller, I am still working on a book of poetry, I have several ideas for plays, but the time to complete those tasks is hard to find. I have ideas. They come to me while driving, while fixing breakfast, while mowing the lawn. The thoughts are always popping into my head. I always have paper around for notes. I have lots of notes. I just need to write them down and get back to them when I have time to consolidate them.

I shouldn't be depressed. I still have time, desire and abilities. I just don't have time currently. I can squeeze in a half hour here or there, but nothing consistently. There are so many distractions just in living. So I write what I can, when I can. I write this blog. I still think. I still have ideas. Someday...

I think I have had a great first fifty years. I look forward to the next fifty years.

David