Never Too Late

Believe it or not I have had a hard time coming to terms with getting older. I know that I am blessed with health and strength but since turning 70 in 2008 I have struggled with this issue. I know that my time is in God's hands and that my life has been full and rewarding but I have become so aware of how quickly time passes and that there is not a thing we can do about this. Interestingly I had a hard time facing 50 but sailed through facing 60 without a thought. Maybe 80 will be fine!!

Time passing gives one a greater sense of living in the now and appreciating each moment but I am having to learn acceptance of what is, too. There is so much to be grateful for, family, friends and the blessing of faith amongst them. I don't know what new activities are still to come my way but here are a few from recent years.

Learning to sail at 60

Interestingly I was the only one in that lesson that managed to tack across the current and wind and make my way between two pontoons successfully

My first attempts at Archery at 60

Not forgetting sledging down my road at 70

I had my first riding lessons at 42 but have no photos to prove it

and in my mid-fifties studied Psychology at degree level

Clambering up and down and under and over the assault courses with Oliver in the park has now become a norm

So........... what's next? No, I will not learn to play golf - that's hubby's department

let's wait and see!

I had the following piece of writing given to me on my 70th birthday by a friend who knew of my struggle. It was stitched in fine silk on silk and aptly says:

LIFE'S CLOCK

The clock of life is wound but once,

And no man has the power

To tell just where the hands will stop

At late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,

To lose one's health is more,

To lose one's soul is such a loss,

As no man can restore.

The present only is our own

Live, love, toil with a will-

Place no faith in tomorrow - for

The clock may then be still.