As Time Flies Forward

As summer slowly draws to a close, and the year is rapidly somersaulting to one, I softly sigh and ponder, “So much to [still] do and so little time.”

And yet, I have accomplished things these last six-plus months that are pride-worthy. The latest manuscript is completed—polished and ready to go. Now, it’s a matter of finding someone, an agent or publisher, to take it on. I’m working on that. Not an easy feat. Like many things in life, it’s all about being in the right place at the right time. Hopefully, that moment will transpire. I’m keeping the faith.

It’s been nearly a year since I dislocated my shoulder, and it never mended properly. A resounding “no” to surgery; as the ortho-surgeon stated, there’s no guarantee that it will help. But I’ve always been a fighter. Daily weights help strengthen and have even developed noticeable muscles (which look pretty damn good). That mobility will be forever limited is fine; I’ve dealt with it this long and adapted. It truly is all good. There’s something to be said about the expression: when life hands you lemons, make lemonade.

With years of mom-care behind, I’ve started living again. I went to an art exhibit, have made a couple new friends, and am going to a concert in August. By myself! How f’g cool is that? I may be the oldest one there, but I’m gonna rock like there’s no tomorrow. To the Gen Zs: you ain’t got nothin’ on me.

There’s a major hurdle coming in October … that may well define everything that happens thereafter. But I’ve leaped over hurdles before, not always gracefully I readily admit, but that’s okay (better to give it a heartfelt try than simply watch apathetically from the sideline). We can only take life one day at a time, and there are several more before that particular day arrives. And when it does, I’ll simply embrace it for what it is: a defining moment for the rest of my life.

Cheers.