Each day slips or passes by however you look at it... waiting from the time to pass, for my children to grow for the opportunities to present themselves to me. Here I am hanging on the the edges of my perceived youth almost 39 years old... Loving every moment, yet eager to get to the next thing, the next event... Every moment in time hangs, lingering if only for a moment and then passes.
So much to do -always, so much to say and to be and become of me.
For my body I have officially entered what I call "maintenance mode." My body is here, I carry my scars as proof of my life, my stories and my history. They linger with me as reminder of the life that I live and who I was at a given moment in time. My mind has become a collection of stories, anecdotes, simple life wisdom, totally random thoughts and lately a certain degree of freedom -arching out seeking new knowledge and more willing to say what is on my mind. I feel like I am spreading my wings more as my authentic self than I ever imagined.
So I ask you, those who have come into the world before me: what sage advice you offer? Parenting? Career? Financial? Dealing with aging parents? Spiritual perhaps" I am open.
What would you want to say to someone who is really eager to listen?