It Hasn't All Been Wasted Time

When I look back on the last 50 odd years of my life I sometimes wonder just what I have accomplished. I'm not at the top of my field - actually, I don't really have a field. I haven't amassed wealth or property, unless you want to count a tiny little house, a few rings and a few bracelets. I don't have a string of degrees behind my name. I have traveled but not what you'd call extensively - not by a long shot.

So, what have I done? Well, I have enjoyed my life. I've enjoyed the people in my life. I've enjoyed the cats, the gardens, the books, the painting, the writing...the drinking, the dancing, the skinny dipping...

I could go on but I think I've made my point. I've had a varied life, a full life, maybe not an accomplished life by others' standards but by my standards a good life.

It hasn't all been wasted time. I've learned alot. I've learned to love, to laugh, to cry, to get over it and go on to the next love, experience, lesson. I'm still learning.

I think that's what life is all about, learning, loving, enjoying and moving on to the next thing. And moving on to the next thing seems to be the hardest part for me. When I find a comfortable niche I tend to want to stay there and just enjoy. But the Universe seems to have a way of booting me out of my cozy little niches and sending me on to the next phase of my life. That's what's happening now. The Universe is sending me a message. It's time to move on. But move on to where - to what? I don't have a clue.

So here I am, just looking for a clue - wasting a little time.