Who am I? It’s been so long since I’ve thought about just me. Well, it’s all about me now. Like it or not. I’ve got some choices. I can continue riding that same old train of habits that have held me together for so many years — or, I can look at this as a do-over, and figure out what I would do over, if I had the choice. And I do. That’s the weird part.
So….What are you going to do with yourself?
She don’t look brand new. Looks like a used model to me. Watch out. You never know about used models. Who knows what’s under the hood. New paint job. Sure. Looks great on the outside, but it’s what’s on the inside that counts. She’s got bones though. I’ll give ‘er that.
Bucket list. That’s it. I’ll start working through my bucket list. Take a cruise. Go to Greece. Live in a cottage on the beach. Take up ceramics and make an ash tray. Make ash trays for everyone I know for Christmas presents! Wait a minute. No one smokes anymore. Shoot! There goes that idea!
That cute kid with three pony tails, pants rolled up to the knees, running in the surf. That sweet girl, hair pulled up in too-tight French braids, practicing her ballet number in front of her mom and dad. That ever-so-sophisticated teenager adorned with pink lipstick, sneaking her first kiss with a boy who grew up to be….. don’t know. That very young bride decorating her new home with macrame, and flowered upholstery. That tireless new mom walking her girls home from school with home baked cookies at the ready. That divorced woman, working overtime to make ends meet. The 30-something woman trying it again, but older and wiser now. That loving grandmother watching time fly way too fast and wishing she knew how to play chess. That very sad lady finding herself all alone after many, many years.
I like that person. She is a really neat person. She loves life. She loves God and recognizes that he has been with her all along — the conductor on the train — walking up and down the aisle, tipping his cap at her as he recognizes her smile. Checking her ticket to make sure she’s going in the right direction.
I remember now. It’s me. It’s always been me. I will work on that bucket list, but as for me, I wouldn’t change a thing. Thanks, God, for my life. It’s a beaut!