As I'm approaching 45 there are some similarities to being 5 again. Perhaps because I am missing a tooth - I asked the dentist if he could give it to me to put under my pillow, he just laughed. (fortunately its not directly in the front as I am waiting get a new implant). I walked back to my office singing All I Want for Christmas is my toooooth. I keep running my tongue around the hole - remember that feeling?
I like to skip, do cartwheels, backbends (last night in yoga :D), and put mud (mask) on my face once a month. Makes me think of my tumbling class when I was five and my mom had to promise she wouldn't leave - she'd watch me all class. I had a cat named bend and stretch when I was five. Last night in yoga we did our salutations that were a lot of bend and stretching. Steve saw me last night at yoga and said I was bending and stretching so good :D.
At five, my teacher and mom played along with my claim that I was allergic to milk and so I brought chocolate powder to put in my milk! Still today I would prefer a nice tall hot chocolate from Starbucks over milk.
Life is pretty simple at five. In many ways, simplicity is what I enjoy at age 44. I loved people telling me good job at age 5 and still love comments and cheering on at age 44. My supervisor at the agency recently told me, it is nice to give you compliments because you accept them. Ahhhh, thank you!
The journeys of Becky, blind from retinitis pigmentosa, and her beauitiful guide dogs.
1 comment:
Wow! This is it!
You have arrived at a lovely place.
I recall 45 as when I began to experience my inner joy too. Such a lovely post. You are Blessed Becky!
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