Sixty Two!

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On Labor Day, we welcomed our 9th grandchild into the world.

Holden James Belcher.  Good strong name.

He really looks like his daddy and that’s a good thing:)

I’ll be turning 62 in 2 days. Sixty two!!

What in the world?  Where did the time go?

It seems like only yesterday we had four cute little kids running around the house.

Oh, how those days are missed.

I wonder…

Have I lived a good life thus far? Am I happy? Do I fear for my children and grandchildren’s future?

I do.

Will I ever lose the extra weight I’ve been carrying (on and off) since the birth of my last child 27 years ago? Should I let my grey hair grow in so I’ll look the same age as my husband? When will I get back to exercising regularly again.  Why are my toes getting funky? Is 62 too old to get a breast lift or should I be okay with tucking them into my pants? Will I finish my genealogy?

Have I been Grateful enough? Thoughtful enough? Forgiving enough? Spiritual enough? Giving enough? Generous enough?

I don’t think so.

These are some of the may things I contemplate.

I’m writing this at 3:45 in the morning because my husband’s snoring woke me up.

Bless his heart.

I couldn’t go back to sleep…because… he wouldn’t stop snoring, so I went into a spare bedroom, of which we now have three, and tried to sleep.  No luck.  I grabbed my computer and did the usual: checked the news, political stuff. Blah. Checked blogs. Nothing new today except a rare post from my daughter Krissy.  Yay!!  Checked my email. Nothing of interest.  I then shut my computer and as I stared straight ahead, I gazed into an empty closet. My first thought was that I should move my too small, don’t want to part with clothes into it from a closet in another spare bedroom, which would leave…another empty closet.


Not that this hasn’t occurred to me over the last 10 years as our children began leaving home. After all, I am the author of our Empty Nester’s Family Home Evening group.

Is my life empty? Am I leading the life I want to live? A life my Heavenly Father wants me to live?

I’m not where I thought I’d be at this juncture of my life.  Was there ever REALLY a plan?

When I was reading blogs, I checked out Nienie, whose blog I haven’t read in quite some time and she was promoting a book, actually two, by the same author.  The Happiness Project and Happier at Home. Initially, I thought my daughters and daughters-in-law might like these books, but after reading the excerpts, it occurred to me that maybe I’m the one who should read them. I decided to send the former to my Kindle.  I hope I read it.  If I don’t, at least there won’t be a physical book to add to the many partially read books that are lying around collecting dust like other THINGS.

It’s not that I am particularly unhappy, but I keep thinking I should be doing more with my life, like serving others more, taking dance classes, doing yoga, reading more, praying more. In the past there have been books read that have motivated me to be more productive.

Perhaps “The Happiness Project will”.

I’ll let you know.

Thoughts in the wee small hours of the morning when the whole wide world is fast asleep.

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  1. kelley says:

    I’m pretty sure most people ask themselves all those questions on repeat from the time they’re 30 until they die. I’d start with one at a time and go from there =)

    I keep thinking that for Christmas or your anniversary I should buy you and dad ballroom dancing lessons. But then I remembered the story of yall taking swing classes together and question the end result…

  2. Anonymous says:

    Wow, Mom. it looks like you have a lot on your mind. Thanks for inviting me to read your blog. I’m looking forward to many new posts. :)

  3. Mike says:

    fascinatingly similar … to my Mom, not really with the exact words, except my Dad does not snore during sleep and my Mom does not know how to use blog, instead, Me.

    “Empty Closet” is chosen very thoughtful, apart from what you wrote, the title gives further philosophical enlightment(might not be the right word). Continue on this level, Angela, I won’t read the books you mentioned, but yours.

    Happy birthday!!
    from a pretending careless society-menace

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