Does anyone recall that news morsel circulating last year ... asking the American public, "What was the best year of your life?".
Instinctively, to no-one in particular, I responded: "1983."
|To those "in the know" (lol), 33 y/o|
.... a few weeks later I read (that age) was the #1 answer!
Must admire one newscaster who shared his personal philosophy, "Right now is my best time!"
...But darn, how I struggle to embrace the present!
Looking back ... sure I've regrets. Doesn't everyone?
All the same, I'm not sure I'd trade these skid marks for another go-round.
"Decade of the bubble", I call it. Physically and financially comfortable ... but spiritually bankrupt.
Nope, I wouldn't go back.
One of my associates -- a breast cancer survivor -- recently spoke of her ordeal, calling it "the darkest days of my life."
Then, flashing her signature smile, Coleen continued "... but I wouldn't have traded it for the world. Tho' the old shoes no longer fit, I've met the most incredible people, and had the most amazing experiences!
As if the Universe were trying to hammer home the point ....
last evening I encountered a really cheery gal in the check-out line. Company policy mandated her asking for my driver's license before ringing up a bottle of wine; and of course, we chuckled at the obvious irony.
|Yikes (times infinity)!!!!!!!|
"Oh no!" (I replied)
... I wouldn't dare go back again."
She seemed genuinely curious, as if looking for a secret. "You know, almost every one of the older people I've met say the same thing!"
If-n you don't mind my asking, what was the best year of YOUR life?
....Would you want to go back again?