I have been itching to write for a few days now, but I haven’t found the
perfect scratch to take care of that incessant itch.
There will never be a perfect time to write. However, I realized that I need to make the time to write. I have been so busy writing lesson plans, creating tests and providing descriptive feedback that I haven’t written for myself. As I am approaching the half century milestone in my life, the more I have become aware of all the things that I haven’t done.
Life does get in the way.
Today, on Victoria Day, I have decided to revisit all the times I was mistaken for an ‘old’ person. The first time that happened was when I was pregnant with Hans. It was December 2007. I was at the airport, and buying snacks, with my soon-to-be sister-in-law and ASid who was 6 at that time. The young lady at the counter thought I was there with my 2 children. I was 33 at the time and my sister-in-law was 29! The second time it happened was at a mall with Craigley’s sister-in-law who is 7 years older than me and of a different racial background than mine. What?! But it did. It was an older lady and maybe her eyesight was questionable. Still!!
After that, it doesn’t surprise me anymore!
Yet, as I approach 50, I do not feel ‘old’ in any way. I feel like I am starting out - feel young in some ways and wise in other ways. I guess I am just beginning to scratch the surface of what we call life.
And this moment in life has taught me that a metaphoric itch should be left alone. Scratching for the sake of scratching is a waste of time.
