Last Friday marked the 6 months out UNTIL my 50th birthday. I had been thinking about it for a while now; trying to decide what I would do to mark the occasion.
I decided that I’d begin to journal again. I don’t write here everyday. Most of my grown-ups (that what I call my kids) don’t read my blog. I doubt they would want to read about my budget, repurposing, crocheting and so forth. But there are some things, that cross my mind throughout my day, that I think will definitely interest them or at least pique their interest.
When thinking about my days leading up to my 50th birthday; I have NOT been dreading it. I do make little jokes about it; and it has crossed my mind that leaving my 40s behind is like finishing off the last of the cake. It’s sickeningly sweet—you want it, but when it’s gone; that’s it. There is no more; and you’ll begin to feel better.
I still feel young in my mind.
That sounds good to be able to say that. Three months ago—I didn’t not feel well in my mind. I felt dense. I felt a heavy fog in my mind. I’m happy to say the Fog has lifted.
I created a post a short while back called Notes on the Fridge—it was written to my grown ups. I thought I might make it a regular feature. You’ll understand if I don’t. Even more recent, Honey and I spent a week watching Ken Burns: The Roosevelts -- wow! The archives, journals and personal letters left by the people of that time is mountainous! So much to hear in their own words. That was a big factor in my new endeavor to journal.
Their own words.
I have no idea if this archive- blog will be here for my grown ups or my grand children to read in the future. I don’t know that I would want to trust this machine to keep plugging away and storing information – who knows where?!
So I’ve decided to write. I have so far written something every day for them. I hope to continue well past 50! I’m sure the pages for this next 6 months will probably have a different tone—a different meaning for me. I don’t know. I am looking forward to seeing what comes onto the page.
Another thing—I am a much better speller when I have a pen in hand. I am not dependent upon spell checker. The words are more fluid. The passion is seen more easily on the page. The testimonies will hopefully come alive for them as they read them. Questions will be answered; prayers for them will be revealed. The story will be much more personal;
and in my own words.
I only have a few of my moms journals. She wrote volumes! There are prayers written inside the pages of those books. Prayers for me and my brothers and all our families. Future generations. My brother has most of them; and if I wanted to read them I could. I also have hand written letters. That too is something I’m considering doing. Writing letters and actually mailing them on occasion.
Great idea! I know!
It will be fun. I’m looking forward to it.
What are you leaving for your Children? Or future generations?
Til next time, Be Blessed!
You shall therefore impress these words of mine on your heart and on your soul; and you shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontals on your forehead.You shall teach them to your sons, talking of them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road and when you lie down and when you rise up.You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates,so that your days and the days of your sons may be multiplied on the land which the LORD swore to your fathers to give them, as long as the heavens remain above the earth. Deut. 11: 18-21