November 23, 2006

A Life in Words

When I was in my twenties, a friend in her thirties said to me, "I wasted my twenties." I found that a shocking and memorable sentence. How could you waste ten years of your life, especially when you hadn’t been alive that long? But now, at the end of my thirties, I too, see that I wasted my twenties, not in a fug of drugs or in the stupidity of beer, but rather just by being lost. Or not even being lost, just not knowing how to get to where I wanted to go.

Posted by DSD at November 23, 2006 2:10 PM
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Just had to say that I'm in my late thirties and I agree with what your friend, and you said about your twenties. Lost in a haze of earnest endeavour, chugging along my "planned" path and not looking at ways unexplored, paths not taken.

Posted by: Flavia at November 23, 2006 2:49 PM

Thanks for sending me the link to this article. It's something I really appreciate reading. In fact, it stirred up similar emotions that I felt as I read the dedication an illustrator, Carol Tyler, put on the first book she's published in about a decade or more:

"This book is dedicated to anyone who has deferred a dream due to raising children or caregiving, or has experienced a significant setback from emotional hurt, physical or mental illness, pain, injury or loss, or any other blind-side interruption that has impeded the achievement of a goal. This book is dedicated to the possibilities that lie within all of us. This book is a celebration of us late bloomers."

Let's make the most of the "now" that we have. Here's to our plans!

Posted by: monoceros at November 23, 2006 4:32 PM

yeah... thanks again. =C)

Posted by: overacuppa at November 28, 2006 3:21 AM
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