So as usual it has been a while since we have been able to post anything to the web site. It's funny, when I was younger I could not wait to grow up, and now as I move towards the proverbial mid-life I find myself wishing a way to turn back the clock! It might just be a case of the grass being greener on the other side of the, once again ...proverbial fence, but who is to say.
I digress though from what is supposed to be an update post on the web site, but bear with me for a few more moments. I wonder where all the time went, what happened to the dreams and optimism that we come to this world with. In contrast to how I feel I see the innocence in my daughters eyes, and experience the novelty of being alive through her. The shock, and joy, of knowing that someone that was just 10 short months ago a thing, a biological component in her mothers womb, today has thoughts and views of her own is quite an eye opener.
So when was the turning point in my own life, was it when I hit 30, moved to India or got the responsibilities of marriage? Knowing what I do now I'd venture that there is no simple answer. How many of us can identify that single moment when life turned, that one instant in time when the sweet milk of optimism curdled into the bitter dregs of realism. *sigh*
But it's not all doom and gloom. I may not have the optimistic potential of my own future to look forward to, but I eagerly await to see what life has in store for my offspring. The seasons have bloomed and I have reaped all that I sowed in my own life, but now there is the excitement of ploughing the field for the next generation.
[FYI - for those of you who may not have realised it, this was written with a tinge of ironic humor and not to be taken seriously!!!]
I digress though from what is supposed to be an update post on the web site, but bear with me for a few more moments. I wonder where all the time went, what happened to the dreams and optimism that we come to this world with. In contrast to how I feel I see the innocence in my daughters eyes, and experience the novelty of being alive through her. The shock, and joy, of knowing that someone that was just 10 short months ago a thing, a biological component in her mothers womb, today has thoughts and views of her own is quite an eye opener.
So when was the turning point in my own life, was it when I hit 30, moved to India or got the responsibilities of marriage? Knowing what I do now I'd venture that there is no simple answer. How many of us can identify that single moment when life turned, that one instant in time when the sweet milk of optimism curdled into the bitter dregs of realism. *sigh*
But it's not all doom and gloom. I may not have the optimistic potential of my own future to look forward to, but I eagerly await to see what life has in store for my offspring. The seasons have bloomed and I have reaped all that I sowed in my own life, but now there is the excitement of ploughing the field for the next generation.
[FYI - for those of you who may not have realised it, this was written with a tinge of ironic humor and not to be taken seriously!!!]
