I wish somebody would of told me that
Someday these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget and all these reckless nights you won’t regret.
Someday soon your whole life is gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days.
Never thought we’d get old, maybe we’re still young
Maybe we always look back and think it is better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe I’ve been missing what it’s about
Been scared of the future. Thinking about the past while missing out on now.
We’ve come so far
I guess I’m proud
I ain’t worried about the wrinkles around my smile.
I got some scars
I’ve been around
I throw some pain; I’ve seen some things but I’m here now.
Those good old days.
You don’t know
What you got
Til it goes
Til its gone
“Good Old Days”- Macklemore
I’m focusing on being intentional about finding the positive. Today, I drove to work in a massive downpour in February. It was hard to see and I white knuckled the 30 miles to work. But, I walked in the door and told the security guard, “Man, if we got as much snow as we did rain, we’d be in trouble.” Count your blessings. Find that glimmer of happiness.
When I think about the good old days, I reminisce on my college years. The ability to sleep in, knock on someone’s door at 2 a.m. just to talk, and the multitude of activities that can be done with little money. Or the good old days of early dating when you were just learning about your partner. My husband is super chill and would plan 75 things in one day.
Him: Hey, do you want to get together on Saturday?
Me: Sure. What time should I be over?
Him: 10 a.m. I’ll make omelettes. Then, we’ll go swimming at the gym. Then, we’ll catch the train downtown and catch a concert. After a late lunch, we can do a museum . . . .
Me: OK (Me in my head: I think that is too many eggs in one basket)
We always had fun, even if we didn’t get around to everything planned.
What are your good old days?
However, the good old days are also now. Maybe more like good new days. I make the most of my time with work, volunteering, donating, reading, exercising, relaxing, and even a bit of cooking. To participate in book club with a full schedule, I check out the book on CD and listen to it in the car on my commutes. I paint my nails while watching TV. I listen to music while organizing or cleaning the house. I can also take a nap on a Saturday.
This weekend I’ll be volunteering with a nephew at a Special Olympics Polar Plunge. He needs the volunteer hours and I ‘plunged’ last year- so I’d prefer volunteering on land this year. He’ll be over for the weekend and I’ll enjoy the change in pace. These good new days . . . .