Most things in life are temporary, and as a fortysomething it's been a good time to enjoy some of those things that become more noticeably so.
Like a moderately-sized waistline.
Eyesight that can read a magazine up close.
Hair that hasn't yet seeped into the drain.
Knees that can do squats.
Shoulders that can hoist dumbbells.
Real teeth.
Skin without age spots, wrinkles, warts, moles or new hair.
A single chin.
Voice that can hit the high notes and doesn't warble.
Sports without aspirin.
It's a good time to celebrate those things that will mostly stay the same:
Straight nose.
Bright blue eyes.
High arches.
Strong, steadily beating heart.
Sense of humor.
Math and teaching skill.
Family.
And to think excitedly about those things that will likely increase:
Money in the bank.
Blog posts.
Friends.
Memories.
Students helped.
Years retired.
Basketball wins.
Books read.
Laughs.
Patience.
Wisdom.
Love for Dena.
I was reminded this week of how tremendous it feels to know that you've made a difference for someone.
Subbing in as lead vocalist at church so that Jenny and Sean could travel.
Creating a plan as facilitator of Leadership McLean County.
Arranging a meeting to upgrade the interior design of the basketball facilities.
Surprise notes from a former student and a former co-worker thanking me for how I've helped them.
Running an errand to help the condo association's pool pass its state inspection.
Filling up Dena's gas tank for her.
A note from Jack about being "hilarious."
Visiting Mom.
And of course, the stream of light-bulb moments that my students have when unlocking a stubborn problem together. It's the best kind of addiction there is.
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