I've never been an athlete.
I've never been much interested in sports, ever since I stopped
playing touch-football with the boys, when I hit puberty. I've tried
tennis. I hit the ball too high, too long, and way over into left field.
I've tried softball. Thank goodness that ball is "soft" and big, because
it felt just awful when it hit me in the eye. I tried running, but I
couldn't get anyone to chase me.
Finally, I settled on walking, and for a number of years I walked 3 to
5 miles a day. I realize that there is an Olympic sport referred to as
"walking," but when I tried that, all I succeeded in doing was throwing my
I'm definitely NOT an athlete, but I make do, especially in my
Which brings a question to my mind.
When did I hit mid-life? I remember when I hit thirty. I had to
visit a grief counselor, because I knew my life was over. I remember
forty. I had to see a grief counselor the day after my first child
graduated from high-school and moved out of the house, because I knew my
life was over.
Then I hit fifty, and I was all excited, because I was able to join an
organization called AARP. My husband was, especially, excited because he
is younger than I, and he got to join too!
Fifty became the magic age. I knew that as long as I was in good
health, in this day and age, I probably had a good fifty years ahead of me.
Then came the asthma. OK, I had that much earlier, but it only became
life threatening after fifty. Then came the fibromyalgia. OK, I had THAT
earlier, but it's not life threatening. Then came the arthritis, and more
recently at fifty-five, came the diabetes. Somewhere along in there, I
became very interested in pharmaceuticals, and finally one day, I became
I began by noticing the sunsets and I had the time to stop and really
wonder at the beauty and the magnitude of it all. Then I moved onto the
sunrises, and I quickly found out that if I wasted the early morning, I
missed the loveliest part of the day. Then I began to notice how grateful
I was to be able to witness the changing of the seasons -- the first
whisper of spring, the rustling of the leaves beneath my feet, in the fall.
When illness would hit me, I found that I actually enjoyed the
solitude -- a time to reflect, gather my thoughts, and pray, at leisure. I
found that I was "experiencing" this mid-life season, and I was no longer
missing every moment, shackled to the chains of worry, and what "might" be.
I found that worrying about tomorrow only served to make me overlook the
blessings of today.
It's not always easy. A few loads of laundry and a pile of dishes can
take an entire day. But then, I don't push myself a lot. So, I forget to
make the bed, as I watch the rosy glow of dawn meet the rising sun. I have
time to walk our little wooded acre with my little dachshund straining at
I get to meet the day, every day. I get to say "good-night" to the
sunsets. I've studied a lot of sunsets in the last five years, and I've
never seen two that were alike. I get to know my Creator as I never have
before and I've gotten to make MY mind up about the mysteries of life.
I've grown certain that all this was no accident.
I feed the birds and I take great delight in their multicolored hues,
especially in the spring. I drag a chair to stand on so that I can fill
the feeders to the brim. I say a little prayer, as I wobble, a little
cock-eyed on the chair, and I laugh, at myself, and all the pretensions of
my younger life.
I take great delight in my life. I thank God for all the precious
little things of every day. Friends. Family. Neighbors. And health -- a
health of the soul.
For I have come to understand what real health is, and when you have
REAL health, then you truly have everything.
[ Jaye Lewis (email@example.com) -- from 'Heartwarmers' ]
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