“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” – Abraham Lincoln
We All Need Some Sparkle in our Lives
From my daughter’s backyard patio on the western outskirts of Tucson, I had a front row seat to a fireworks show Monday night. Rockets burst in the air, sending showers of sparkling stars and streaks high and wide – over and over. It was the longest firework show I’ve ever seen.
Finally, however, I tired of the extravaganza, realizing that one can only endure so much splendidness.
Afterwards, as I was feeding carrots to my daughter’s horse, Hondo, who hadn’t liked the explosive lighting show at all, I thought about the fireworks in my life – from late-blooming delicious relationships to facing down giant rapids from the front seat of a paddle boat on the Colorado River.
My life started out complicated and difficult, then exploded with adventures, and is now moving in slow motion. I’ve lived a full circle. And what I find strange is that the ending is every bit as fulfilling as the middle.
But it was the beginning, when I was a child of an alcoholic, the outcast in school, too young married to the wrong man, and an unprepared mother, that formed me into the person I am today. My children and grandchildren are the bonuses from that time, as is this person I have become.
I can’t regret any of my life.
While it’s the fireworks’ years that dominate my memories, it’s these years toward the end that are giving me my greatest contentment. Of course, I can’t help but hope there are a few fireworks’ memories still out there for me to create.
But no way do I want to go back to the beginning stage. Once was enough for that period in my life.
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