Age is oddly a timeless thing. Each year that passes isn’t a year lost but more life gained. We cannot know when that time will end so it goes on forever for each us, until it doesn’t.
I have learned in my time and with my age that it is the small moments, the people, and the part of me that shares it with whomever that matters. A date with my husband, a walk with my dogs, a glass of wine with friends, my performance on stage that others each experience in their own way….that is the truth and the meaning of life. What is shared and what is accepted by one’s self.
I am living in a time of my life that I am learning to appreciate the greatness that has been shared with me. No matter what I search for as my “purpose” each moment is ageless and endless as long as I hold them in my heart.
Each day I learn to breathe again and create new moments, new art, and new discoveries.
Today I share with you. This moment. These words. A small special piece of who I am.
Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude.
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