Senioritis

senioritis

My son has senioritis. He’s entitled. He’s 18 and does not want to go to school. Of course it’s 2 degrees outside and he’d rather stay in but so do the other 6 people who live in this house. But somehow, he’s entitled. It’s not that he’s a bad kid. He has stellar grades. I just got his report card and it’s all A’s (again). That’s great. But he’s driving the rest of us up a wall!

So I realized as I was driving him to school again today (I’ve driven him all week to make sure he’s actually going… yes, it’s that bad) that I also have senioritis. Now, I’m more of the age that it should probably be capitalized, as in Senioritis, pertaining to the condition of “seniors” who have inflammation of the knees, ankles and phalanges when they have too much sodium. Or, it could be that I’m on the edge of burn-out. I don’t know. But I’m putting off things I know I should do.

I call it “being creative.” You can’t push creativity, you know, just as you cannot tell someone to “be funny.” Don’t get me wrong, I want to be more creative, more alive. As I’m sure my 18-year-old does. He’s just ready to move into the next phase of his life and he’s impatient for this part to be over. I wonder if that’s what’s going on with me?

Problem is, I don’t know which part I want to be over. Maybe if I knew, this “senioritis” could be pointed in the right direction and provide a catalyst for me to go into my next spurt of amazing creativity! Who knows?

Until I figure this out, I’m going to take it easy for a while…. rest and drink a bit of tea, perhaps. Listen to jazz. Read a book that has no intellectual value. Play with the dog. But I hope I still get A’s like the other senior in the house!

New Year, New Blog

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First of the year and my first blog, at age 47, going into my 48th year.  I’ve always written, but always for other people.  This will be for me.  In the meantime, I hope it is insightful, fun and entertaining for you.  At this stage in my life, I have definite ideas about some things, very vague ideas about others.

For example, is it too late in my life to start thinking about what I’d like to do with the rest of my life?  How to really enjoy and love what I do?  Whether I get paid or not for what it is that I do, at this point would be great but might not matter as much as the creation of it… whatever IT may be.

I hope you take the time in 2013 to think about this.  Whether you are 18 or 80, or somewhere in between (like me).  What things in life make it real?  What things do you enjoy, even when you are by yourself and not sharing it with others?  What makes you tick?  And how do you give that back to the world?  Because I believe that is why God truly made us.  To be a part of Him by finding our joy, giving it to the world and really living live, not just existing.  Eyes wide open.  Deep breath.  This could be a brand new year for us all.