Sunday Scribblings on Monday

I'm a little slow at this, but on Sundays, I don't ever really look at the computer. Anyways, the prompt over at Sunday Scribblings is: What have you got to celebrate. I have a lot.

I need to remember to celebrate more often. The list of things to celebrate in my life is endless. I have an amazing family, who loves and cares for me no matter what. I have a husband who takes care of me when I’m sick, lifts me up when I’m down and loves me when I feel unlovable. I have a good, stable job in the midst of an economic crisis. I have an old house that I love, even if the paint on almost every wall is a boring cream color. I have pets that shower me with affection. I have friends… friends that are the most amazing people in the world. I have my health, even when my back hurts and my sinuses are backed up into my brain. I have a car that will make it to and from work everyday, and keep me warm or cool. I have enough money in the bank to pay my bills on time every month with a little left over to play. I have the amazing opportunity to adopt a child that needs all the love that my husband and I can give him. I am able to see my friends’ children and share in the joy they have in them. I am able to spend time with the ones I love. I am warm, I am fed, I am clothed, and I am loved. I should celebrate every minute I’m able to draw a breath.

Sunday Scribblings on a Windy Monday

The prompt at Sunday Scribblings today is: Well, we're all as old as we have ever been, and we're all at different stages of considering the aging process. What thoughts do you have on the subject?

I’m older than I ever thought I would be. I feel older than I am some days, and others, I don’t know how old I really am. Life is funny that way. Sometimes things happen, and weigh a person down, dragging at their hopes and dreams, until all they feel is lonely, detached and hollow. Days like those are when I feel the oldest. I ache those days, not just mentally, but physically I hurt. Then there are times when life goes your way. You waste a dollar on a scratch off lottery ticket and have to rush home and wake your husband up from his nap to confirm that you did just win $250. Days when the sunshine rains down on your, the air is calm and you can take a break to play with your dog in the backyard, those are the young days. The day you cross the street to go swing in the park and your husband pushes you higher and higher, when you lean back and get dizzy from staring up at the swaying sky, those are the carefree days – days when the world doesn’t strike out at you. Dizzy, sunny, laughing days.