Monday, November 2, 2009

The Last Day of My Youth




Well, maybe that title is a bit misleading, but the sentiment behind it is what is most important on this particular day. The simple fact is I will be turning 50 tomorrow and while it doesn't really bother me on most levels, I do find myself questioning quite a few of the major 'life' decisions I've made along the way.

Should I have chosen to use my middle name rather than my first? Would I have been a gentler, less caustic person if I'd heard 'Lanelle' being called out day after day rather than 'Terry'? Ouch! The very thought makes me shudder, so I think I'll choose not to question that decision. Maybe if I'd grown up left-handed rather than right? In trying to imagine being left-handed, it seems as though everything I'd put my hand to would have been done backward. The very thought of such an idea sends chills across my skin.

The simple truth is, there are decisions that I wish I had given more consideration. But regret is a waste of time. Life happens. We choose or don't choose according to who we are at that particular time. It is the choices we make in life that teach us the important lessons that allow us to lead full productive lives. Besides I kind of like the person I've turned out to be. She's funny and finally fully aware of how she affects those around her. And rather than end this little note in the third person...
It is most important to me that I can publicly declare that I have finally accepted who I am in Christ and no matter how old I will be tomorrow I find myself smiling when I admit that I am still able to learn even if I am an 'old dog'.