Time, And Time Again

Marking our 43rd wedding anniversary a few weeks ago, and then having a landmark birthday has left me mellow and reflective about the passage of time. Then today, in my never-ending effort to organize my office (which I would rather do anything than), I opened an old journal and found this from 1998:

What Happened Along the Way

I used to want to change the
   world with grand brush
   strokes of brilliance,
   subtly accented with
   fireworks.

Then life happened...
   ..."Yes."
Sign papers.
Admire the ring.
Board an airplane.
Get used to us.
Buy a crib.
Check a sunset.
Write a check.
Colic.
Buy little shoes.
Find two tiny teeth marks on the arm
   of the rocking chair.
Check the real estate listings.
Find a school.
Put a lost tooth under a pillow.
Get film for the camera.
Hire a babysitter.
Buy a bicycle.
Find a music teacher.
Apply for a library card.
Sign up for soccer.
Go to a dance recital.
Plan a vacation.
Answer the telephone.
Make a costume.
Dry tears.
Try to remember history, chemistry, French verbs.
Get ready for Christmas.
Leave the porch light on.
   Wait up.
Visit college campuses.
Accept collect calls.
Admire the ring.
Did someone say Grandma?
Where did I put my Dr. Seuss collection?

I used to want to change the world with
   Who I Am
   and What I can Do For It,
my possibilities all at the ready.

   Then life happened and
I got busy.

   Now I am content to think
it will be enough if someone
misses me when I am gone.