I find, lately and sometimes, that I am one of “those” people whom I swore I would never be when I was “older.” Those people who regard individuals younger than them and utter the timeless phrase “When I was that age…” This behavior creeps up on you, and before you know it you’re doing it constantly. <\/p>\n
I’m not that old but the last time I checked the waistband of your pants belonged somewhere around your waist, not hanging down around the bottom of your ass. <\/p>\n
I’m not that old but the last time I checked it was expected, even required, that you’d work your way up, not that you’d start where your parents finished after a lifetime of effort.<\/p>\n
I’m not that old but the last time I checked oral sex was recognized as sex and still counted on the “how far have you gone” scale as a step toward “doing it.” (Though I have noticed as I’ve gotten older and more experienced that what qualifies as “it” truly depends upon the person you’re talking with.)<\/p>\n
It’s babies that do this to us. My friend Lori gave birth last week to a lovely little angel she named Samantha. I got to meet her today and it struck me, holding her and looking at fingernails no more than a quarter inch across and the world’s smallest toes, this person has her entire life ahead of her. <\/p>\n
Why do we spend so much time planning for what we see down the road, and worrying about what is behind us when the true gift we have is now? I don’t have an answer but I know that when I finally do reach the point where most of my life is out the back window instead of unrolling in front of me I’ll be happy to have taken a look around while I had the chance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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