Everyone has heard the term “Biological Clock” referring to the desire most people feel to have a child, but in the last few years I’ve heard the ticking of a different clock. I assumed I was unusual (and according to those who know me, I am) however when discussing this with a close friend recently who feels the same way, I learned that at least on this particular issue, I’m not unusual at all.
To which clock am I referring, you ask? It’s the one that says, “You only have X number of years left to enjoy life. Get with it, woman!”
That clock.
When we’re younger, life seems endless and we don’t feel hurried to pursue things that bring us joy. I never thought, “Wow. I’ve only got 40 years of good health left. I’d better take advantage of that.” And if I had thought that, I wouldn’t have understood how quickly 40 years flies by anyway.
Instead, I got up in the mornings, buzzed around getting kids ready for school, went to work, and spent the day focused on my job only to head home to more chores that had to be completed before falling into bed. The next morning, it all started over again. That’s just the way life works for most of us. We accept it (have very few options, actually) and continue on, squeezing in family vacations once or twice a year. We tell ourselves that someday, we’re going to travel and do the things we enjoy…someday, but not today because we’re busy.
Then, suddenly, we’re in our sixties and realize the someday is now. Continue reading
Granny On The Loose 