Another year has raced into our lives and I can’t be sure where the last one went.
According to societal standards I’m not yet over the hill but it feels as if I’ve crested the peak before my time. Each new year adds momentum and I wonder if I’ve even reached maximum speed yet.
Looking back, so much of my life has been a disorganized mess, and I know I’ve missed out on so many opportunities for wonderful memories. In 2017, more that any other year, I learned to pump the brakes and create still shots that stand out from the passing blur.
I made time to laugh so hard it hurts. I took my daughter to places my mother took me as a child. I found someone who helps fill the void in my heart that once echoed so much pain it was hard to hear anything else. Most importantly, I started letting go of a past I cannot change
and focusing on the choices still left to be made.
So, maybe the increasing speed of passing years isn’t such a bad thing, as long as we manage to keep up. I know this year will bring additional chances to focus on what matters most.
I’ll have another 365 days to figure out how to grow.
The regrets have been placed in storage to make room for something new.
Better late than never.
To 2018, a new year of learning to live.
Connect with Terry at: instagram.com/terrytheyounger
Learning to Live is a new series of blog posts written by Terry Scarbrough and these can be followed on Untwine Me.
Terry Scarbrough is a father, project manager, and poet from southern Indiana, USA.
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I’ve been very blessed to be able to call you my friend for a very long time. A lot of people have come into my life between that time and now but not very many stayed. You’ve always been there no matter what and I thank you dearly for that. We’ve been through a lot and I’m really hoping that most of it I won’t read about on here but whatever you do decide to write about I will always read. I’m proud of Terry.
This comment really means a lot. It’s been an honor to have you as a friend for so long. I’m not always the best at keeping in touch but I hope you know that doesn’t mean I care about you any less. I’m looking forward to many more years of friendship and, don’t worry, any escapades I write about will remain anonymous. Thank you for supporting me.
Beautifully written. We miss you…