Rain.

This morning, the dog woke me up at 5 a.m. to go let him out.
I could have killed him - on my day off no less!
When I opened the door, the air was so heavy with moisture, it was certain that it was going to come down.

Sure enough, when I rolled out of bed again (around... 10?) it was raining.
Not a sprinkly little shower, or the kind of downpour that sends rivers running down the street - but the long soaking kind that rinses the earth and quenches it's thirst.

Ok - I'm reaching for metaphors here, but it was the first rain we have had all summer, and it was sorely needed!  It's been so quiet outside, it's like all of nature is finally relaxed.
The plants in my garden are standing up for the first time all summer.

I love rain.

I started reading that book about aging today (trying to improve my outlook.)
In the first chapter, the author talks about "lightening strikes" ...that first realization that we are not immortal and that something is going to change.

For me that strike was when the doctor looked at my x-ray and told me that I had a heart problem.
I went home in shock - thinking that my life was over.  I was 44.

I've been through a lot since then, but admittedly,  I'm still "having trouble getting used to my new situation,"  I'm not growing old gracefully - I'm about as awkward as they come, choosing instead to be in denial, and fight to hang on to that teenager who could do and say anything she felt like with no repercussions.

Boy, do I need my head put on straight!  Ha ha...

Well, like the author says; it's all down hill from here - but are you going to slide, or are you going to steer?

That remains to be seen.
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