In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Don’t You Forget About Me.”
As I grow older I have come to realize the young me shaped this older, wiser me. As a young woman I loved to have fun, to push the limits, a free-spirited gal with a lot of friends. Then life happens. We find out reality is not dancing the night away without a care in the world. Life evolves, and so do we. I look back fondly on not being concerned with much except living. Life’s problems were few then.
Fast forward to now. I’m a survivor. I have stood through adversity and found my niche. I have used all of life’s harsh lessons to my advantage. I am now living a life that is fulfilling to me. I’m unconcerned about what others think. I have fewer possessions. My life is simple. I know walking away from misfortune is a step forward. I have shown others that you can start over and be successful.
Success to me is not monetary. Success is to live a soulful life, a life of originality, a life of your passion. We all have our dreams. We might think about them and even state them out loud when we are younger. But do we ever get the chance to fulfill our dreams? Research and documentation of people on their deathbeds show that their biggest regrets are not taking time to enjoy your life and then finding out it is almost over. In other words, finding your vision and then living it. I have done this. I could die tomorrow and my legacy would be she lived her dream. I left disaster and have found my peace. I think anyone who knows me would have one thought if they heard of my passing. “She was doing what she enjoyed before it was too late.” She took the knowledge she had gained during her years on this Earth and savored every precious moment left through her animals, nature and an environment free of the unnecessary possessions. She lived her truth. She left this world as a soul survivor.
Hummings from Paradise 
GOOD MORNING LITTLE LADY, YOUR BLOG IS A GOOD WAY TO WAKE UP TOO. I WISH I HAD YOUR LIFE OF SWEETNESS. PEACE AND QUIET . NO LOUD NOISE OF THE CITY OR VILLAGE STREETS. I’M JUST GETTING OVER THE SOUND OF FIREWORK FROM THE FOURTH OF JULY. EACH YEAR IT UPSETS ME THAT PEOPLE SHOOTS THEM OFF IN NEIGHBORHOODS, WHEN THEY COULD GO TO THE FIREWORKS IN TOWNS. I FEEL SO BACK FOR THE WILD LIFE. I THINK ABOUT THE LITTLE BIRDS AND THEIR SMALL EARS. THE LOUD NOISE MUST DRIVE THEM CRAZY. I DO BELIEVE PEOPLE JUST THINK ABOUT THEMSELVES AT THIS TIME. [THEIR OWN ENJOYMENT]. THE NEXT MORNING THERE WASN’T ONE BIRD OR SQUIRREL AT MY BIRDFEEDER. ONE BY ONE I DO SEE A COUPLE OF BIRDS THIS MORNING. I ALSO THINK OF SICK PEOPLE, THE OLD FOLK, BABIES AND DOGS PLUS CATS THAT ARE IN BED AND CAN’T GET THEIR REST. YES, FIREWORK ARE PRETTY TO WATCH BUT I DO BELIEVE THAT THEY NEED MORE LAW ENFORCEMENT ON THEM.. OH YES, I FORGOT NEW YEARS IS ANOTHER FIREWORKS NIGHT. I CAN’T CHANGE IT, JUST GET THROUGH IT SO I GUESS I’M JUST SAYING YOUR WAY OF LIFE WOULD BE ALL I’D NEED. SO ENJOY.
HUGS GRANNY
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Beautiful Way to Look at it .. a Few Years ago i realized the same thing Retired at 62 and took my six cats and two rescued dogs and Moved into the Ocala National Forrest to be at peace with nature
Myself and my Animal Family … and be Happy and at Peace when i Leave this Earth ..
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