Hurry up...for what?

As a young child I remember always wanting to be an adult. As an adult, I tend to find myself looking beyond the moment into the future, never satisfied with where I am at. When my first child was born we were always excited for the next new exciting stage of development. When she could sit, we wanted her to crawl, when she could crawl we wanted her to stand. I am always hurrying everybody, and everything in my life. I looked at the calendar the other day and realized I am at it again, hurrying life away. My Birthday is just around the corner and I find myself reviewing life in general.

For some people, as they age every birthdate is a day of remorse rather than celebration. Aside from the gray hairs (which I will fight until my dieing day) I have welcomed growing older. It is I suppose, that hurry up mentality within me. I would like to think though, that with every passing year I have made more of myself, that today I am better than I was yesterday. As for age, I don't feel that it defines you. You are limited only in your desire to achieve. I may look old on the outside, but inside I still feel that I could do anything (everything but maybe the monkey bars.) If it is a marathon I wanted to run, I could do it (with proper training of course.) If it is the thrill of a sky dive I desired, I am up to the challenge. The challenge I issue to myself is to not let my age limit what I do in life.