Blink of An Eye

At 20 I never thought I’d have to work as hard as I am at 60. At 40 I never thought I wouldn’t want to. Today I’m having my doubts. A few days ago a man in town died suddenly while out mowing his lawn, and as I carry 60lb blocks and push wheel barrow loads of gravel all day in the mid-summer sun I think I’d be okay with keeling over doing this. My will is in order, those I love know I do, and I’ve certainly had an interesting life, but I think no matter if it’s today or when I’m 80 or 100 when my heart finally does stop I’ll be doing something I didn’t think I’d still have to be doing at that age nor that I’d ever want to stop doing, and in that instant this will all seem like it has been just the blink of an eye. (from my fourth book, BEGINNER'S MIND, 2019)