gotta dance

'I often say I was born old and get younger with the years.'

looking back, I was a very serious child. focused. intent. my youth, while most enjoyable, were not the 'best years of my life'.

fast forwarding to now and just shy of mid-fifty I think how happy I am today. blessed. loved. content. joy fills my hours. possibilities fill my head. peace in my heart.

there is much being said regarding finding oneself. accepting life with its inpurities. accepting our own flaws. not giving into fear. each and every bit is true. and I readily admit I have those days when I fall prey to negativity. drop into a rut of indecision. celebrate my life with a little pity party. grouch. whine. cry. and carry-on. and on those days I feel old. act old. and while I don't particularily like myself on those days, I accept them (pray for patience and for others to have patience with me) and move on. because so many more - so many more - of my days are filled with the happy. a youthful exuberance, combined with a humble self-confidence of being me. good things within me. good things around me. I have been accused of living in a naive bubble. and perhaps that is true. but I prefer to be positive. forgiving. loving. giving. kind. accepting. wanting. wondering. and rejoice in the fact that I am still learning. how does that saying go? dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like here's nobody listening, live like it's heaven on earth.

'how old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?'