A follow-up to my last post, in which we reflected on what we believed when we were six:
Now that I'm fifty, I realize I may still know more than my young adult children, but that the gap is quickly narrowing.
I believe that no one should ever try to run away from their problems, but that a temporary escape into a great book or movie can be a life-saver.
I've concluded that each time I watch the movie Groundhog Day, I learn as much about how to live one single day as Bill Murray did, while laughing twice as much as the first (or eighth) time.
I realize my parents didn't know everything, but they weren't too far off about much.
I may be fifty, but I still believe in magic.
I've learned that pets may interfere with my independence, my housekeeping, and my sanity, but that I still wouldn't want to live without them.
After studying old photos, I now know the tight perm and oversized glasses I wore in the eighties were not, in retrospect, such a good idea after all.
I've come to accept I may never again be a size six, but that being healthier and happier are still good and achievable goals.
I realize that I've sometimes succeeded and sometimes failed, but that the two weren't always mutually exclusive.
I know that yesterday lingers and tomorrow beckons. And I believe that what's important, today, is to make the most of them both.
What have you learned, at your age?