Barbara J. Hamby

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Ruminations as a Birthday Approaches

It seems as if, when I open the drapes each morning and spring into a new day, I jump faster toward the end of the day, week, month and year. It is mind-boggling how much more quickly time goes with each birthday.

Notwithstanding the fact that my step is less springy and my body less agile than when I was young, I feel the need to hurry and do all the things I want to get done before I leave this life.

I want to get all my writing organized, indexed and backed-up. Naturally, I egotistically assume someone will care about it after I’m gone. It would be great to win a national writing or poetry contest. I need to enter more of them than I have in the past, if I want to have a chance at that.

There are still many places and events I would like to see. If I expect to do even half of what I’d like to, I’d better start buying lottery tickets.

I guess I’ll have to give up my favorite luxury of retirement, an occasional nap, to have time for all of my ambitions.