I was reading about Eleanor Roosevelt, a woman to admire. She once said, “Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, and the youngest you’ll ever be again.” It made me remember the time I wrestled with that concept. Here’s the story.
Youngest I Will Ever Be
The fair is in town and I’m trying to decide whether to go. I have been to the fair many times. Nothing new. It’s trouble to get everything together, drive out there, find a place to park, walk around a lot. Easier just to stay home.
But you know what? That’s what old folks do. Often, it’s what they have to do – either because of physical disabilities or because they lack the spirit to join in a celebration. So, when I consider whether to go, I have to remember: this is the youngest I will ever be! Now, today.
I may not be young enough to go tomorrow or next year when the fair comes along. I may not have the joy. I may no longer be able to drive. I want to enjoy every single simple thing there is to do. I want to do today, the same things I did yesterday.
Don’t need to see the Grand Canyon again. Can live without a weekend in Paris. But I don’t want to give up the joy of being with friends… or hearing a baby laugh… or shopping downtown in quaint little old stores. You have to be young to pull yourself to get out and do those things.
But you know what? The fair is here now and this is the youngest I will ever be. So, I’m not staying home. Oh no. I’m out the door and on my way. Y’all come on along, y’hear?
It’ll be fun. And this IS the youngest you will ever be!
After so many months of sheltering in place during the pandemic, we are all really in the market for getting out and going. Don’t get carried away though. Keep wearing the mask and following protocol while enjoying your new freedom