Time. It’s something that should be consistent. Just 24 hours in each day and that’s that. Do the best with it you can. You get no more and no less. But the catapult of time from one life phase to another changes the perception of Just Another Day.
Just Another Day:
Just another day. As a teenager, I can remember awakening with a sigh; it was about to become Just Another Day, one that would include studies and chores and meals, and interaction with family members.
If I was really lucky, it might even include some alone time. I treasured those moments when I could think my own thoughts, rather than triggering responses to authorities or parents. I longed for adventure, travel, obstacles to overcome, and goals to conquer. Instead, it was just another day.
Today, things are quite different. After six or more decades on this earth, I have been there and done that. Became wife and mother first to my own and then the grand kind of mother to theirs. Had a career, visited 48 of our 50 beautiful states and places beyond as well, been as much of a fashionista as I wanted to be, and met and slayed the dragon, the monster, the enemy, and the fool.
Today, my wish is for Just One More Day – to enjoy health and the beauty that surrounds us. Having friends and daily companions and family to love is quite enough. All I desire is One More Day to enjoy them all. And then one more, and perhaps one more after that.
There’s nothing I treasure more than the serenity of – Just Another Day.
P.S. The part that comes next may be the hardest of all. This is when your decisions begin being questioned. Others may suggest that they know better, what’s best for you. The tragic part is – sometimes, they are right.