The future?

Dear you in 2020,

Moving on is on my mind today.  My morning push-ups are noisy, meaning my shoulders make strange noises during the activity.  And I am using  massive amounts of coconut oil all over my body.  Literally.  All. Over.  But literal aging is not the thing I am pondering. I am head-tilting at change, evolution in general. I am thinking about the great Tom Brady and the Patriots' loss during the NFL Wild Card game last weekend.  New players and new teams are moving on to the big games.  He and the Pats are not.  And I am a bit blue about that.

Why?

Life is not cement.
Life is fluid.
We cannot stay in one place or in one crowd forever.
Even Tom Brady knows this.

So, again, why am I blue?

Because.

I will miss watching him work with that team, throwing bullet passes.  I will miss watching him mess with the opposing team's defensive strategy.  I will miss the way he and his pals and that fabulous coach (cranky) somehow always figured out a way to win.   It  made me believe "loss" was not the norm and forever there would be a happy ending.  Fade to black and seal it in cement.

But, on the other hand, there is something better than sentimental blues: expectation and surprise! Nothing is over.  Tom Brady certainly isn't.  And neither am I.  Where does he go next?  What will his "game" be?  Where will I go next?  What will my "game" be?  I don't know.  I don't care that I don't know.

Because.

Life is not cement.
Life is fluid.
We cannot stay in one place or in one crowd forever.
And even I know that.

Love,
Joyce