It is really hard to believe I am 57. It seemed like only yesterday I was in my 30’s, it is true that as we grow older time goes faster and faster.
The hardest thing for me is slowing down and enjoying the ride. Always in a hurry, rushing for what? When I was younger, I was so obsessed with working building my business – I didn’t have time for some of the things that I should have.
Those are the things I regret the most, not taking dad to the town where I grew up – like he requested. He would say,” let’s go and visit the places we went when you were a child.” I would say sure dad, but I didn’t make the time. I had work, clients that were depending on me. We could have done it in a day– I would do it in a heartbeat now.
The fact I didn’t make more time to stay with my grandma in her elderly years or the times I could have spent with my mom but was focused on my “career.”
Those are the things I regret the most.
It almost seems too late now – all those who raised me and adored me like no other are gone.
However, I cannot repeat the past – my grandchildren are still small I need to make memories. My husband being ill I need to appreciate what I have of him.
I need to remember to stop and smell the roses, even if they do have a few thorns.