I wrote this in a note today:
I am so totally over the summer, I'm ready for Fall...
and as soon as I wrote it I had to follow it up with:
(literally not figuratively given my impending age and all)
When does the Autumn of our lives begin? What age is considered the start of it?
I'm not afraid of getting older, I'm only afraid of wasting time.
I still have so much I need to do.
Haven't laughed this hard in a long time
I better stop now before I start crying
Go off to sleep in the sunshine
I don't want to see the day when it's dying
-ES
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4 comments:
very interesting..
it's funny..how i feel the same way too..
Lana-
I checked out your blog, you are only a couple of years older than my own daughter! It is funny that no matter how much older we get, not much really changes but at the same time everything does. :-)
Take care! Thanks for stopping by!
xom
The Autumn of your life starts when parts of you start to shrivel up and fall off.
Autumn is already here for me! I slept 2 hours last night! I have to keep moving to get things done.
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