Three Sleeps 'til Mexico - Creating a Life to Love

"Three more sleeps"... any other time I have left for Mexico those words would have created a swell of excitement within. This fall it is different. This time my trip was planned months in advance. I booked the ticket in August which is different from my usual "last minute cheap ticket purchase" that allows me 3-5 days to get ready. Little did I know that when late October came, I wouldn't be as ready to go. But my life has changed.


Living on my own in my little house, I am content. I feel a sense of peace; my days are as busy as I choose; I create opportunities to be with friends or chat on the phone. I am feeling more connected to others and happier within.


My "new life" has brought many realizations. An important one has been that in the past Mexico has been somewhat an escape. It was my way of being away from the loneliness of my life, made legitimate by the fact that the humidity in Mexico was better for my health. In Mexico I was able to volunteer with the childen, find new friends that were available to do things, and feel connected to people who wanted to be with me. But now I am beginning to find this contentment and peace here as well and the driving need to go to Mexico has diminished. Yes I will enjoy it; but now I am finally at peace in Canada too. 3 more sleeps, and I will enjoy every minute until the plane leaves the ground.

If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown

It is so comic to hear oneself called old, even at ninety I suppose! Alice James

Well thank you Alice James for that quote;however I can't say I agree. As I write this first post I am still reeling from not one, but TWO age related comments I received today.

Nothing is more beautiful than my 4 year old granddaughter! But, she definitely surprised me today though when she said, "Grandma, You're getting old." I asked why she thought that - and yes I admit it, I was in total dismay. With childish innocence she replied, "Cause you got all those cracks in your face."

CRACKS????? My "laugh lines?" Yes, one and the same. Today they became cracks and what I HAD quietly noticed in the mirror is now out in the open.
Was she far off???

Apparently the young fellow in the liquor store wouldn't think so. In a casual conversation tonight I admitted I was new to town and didn't know anyone. Eager to help he recommended the COZY CORNER where I could meet lots of people. Helpful? Yep... But it was the Seniors Drop In Center!

So yesterday I was "a young 53... full of life and laughter, ready for a new adventure." Tonight I feel a whole lot older. My plan is made - I'm heading for a nice hot bath and then I'm going to smother myself in moisturizing cream.

Was it comical to hear myself called old? Not for a moment.... Tomorrow though ... who knows!


Abraham Lincoln:
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.