Dreams really do come true. Keep dreaming!
There are memories of being a young girl that are as vivid to me as if they happened yesterday.
There’s a saying – Someday Never Comes. Only I disagree. I think someday comes smack dab in the middle of our busy and full lives, while we are daydreaming of the next someday. And without even realizing it, we seem quite certain that there will always be a new someday to dream about.
We wait for the calendar pages to turn, sometimes patiently, sometimes not.
We mark what can feel at times to be a blur of 365 days with milestones, sometimes with candles on a cake, a memento for years of service, or with photographs we are seldom happy with until we look at them through the comparison of a much older lens. Then we think in amazement, just how great we really did look at that age.
We celebrate anniversaries and births and reunions, and as the years pass, we marvel and sometimes get a little stuck that the number associated with our age truly belongs to us. We may still remember family members or friends that were once this same age, and thinking at the time they were so old…only now, we don’t feel so old.
I remember asking my grandmother what it felt like to be 87 years old. I was 20 at the time. She thought about it for only a few moments and said, “I look in the mirror and think, who is this? I’m only 17. And when I want to go visit my friends, I have to go to the cemetery.”
Not surprisingly, those words have stayed with me ever since.
We squeeze the life out of every moment or day or year, or at least we should, savoring every last drop to remember long after the moment or day or year has passed. And all the while we dream of someday…
Someday, when we say goodbye to our job, maybe for a new job or maybe to retire. Someday, when we turn in our keys and maybe the ID badge that gets us in the building, and all our saved and very important emails and contacts and Internet favorites will be wiped clean from our computers. Someday, the offices and hallways that seemed so much a part of our work lives for so many years will no longer be a part of it. We’ll say good bye to coworkers and friends with promises to stay in touch. Promises that seem so easy to keep, but may not be.
In the circle of life or maybe the natural progression of time, as older employees retire, new employees start or take their places. Being one of the older employees now, I’ve caught myself wondering if the government has lowered the age for getting a work permit. Some of these new faces appear to be more from middle or high school than fresh out of college. At the same time, I can also imagine when they see me, they might possibly be reminded of their mothers or maybe even their grandmothers. Hello.
We think and plan and save for retirement and imagine we’ll have time and energy to do the things we most want to do. Time to see the places we still want to see. Time to check off our bucket list of dreams. Plenty of precious and fleeting time.
And then, we get a jolt of news or reality. For me it was the recent news I received that several former classmates and friends had died. Their lives cut short. At least that’s what I thought when I read their obituaries and felt the shock of seeing my age in print.
I want to live a long life. I want to be healthy of mind and body and spirit until I take my last breath. I want to savor the moments and tickle the toes of my someday grandbabies and great-grandbabies and squeeze the heck of out every single day. I want to experience and notice every single drop of my life. Not just someday or next week or next year, but today. Precious and fleeting today. At least that’s my plan. And I wish the same for you too.