Butterflies and Carrot Cake

Sometimes, I wonder if there is anything left in me to write about but my passion for writing (expressing myself)  seems to “rule and reign,” so I continue to attempt what oftentimes seems to be the impossible. In all probability, not many read this stuff anyway but at least it allows me to organize my thoughts, get them outside my mind, and allow them to flutter around in the vast “somewhere” like butterflies.
As you probably know by now (unless you have been out of town), we have already moved from January into the middle of February! Well, that wouldn’t be so noteworthy were it not for the fact that February has for me always been a different-than-the-rest month because it is the month of my birthday. Years ago, this fact made it take forever for Valentine’s Day to arrive because the next day was my birthday and I (for some reason) loved having birthdays. (Don’t tell anyone but I always liked my birthday much better than I liked Valentine’s Day and the reason should be obvious. Why there was a lady who always made me a money cake for my birthday! Instead of chocolate chips or orange peel, she put genuine money—coins—in the batter!) Anyway, as time has marched on and I have, therefore, experienced many birthdays, my perspective regarding birthdays has changed just a bit.
Now, don’t get me wrong: I really want to have many more but I also have to face the fact that I have already experienced many more than I have left, unless I am going to be really old when I cross on over, which I doubt. So, I am tickled pink (not really but almost) that I have almost made the #64 birthday. I mean that is not too bad for an old man! I have no idea how so much time has passed by so quickly but it has—very quickly! I don’t know who said it but tempus does fugit, or at least time does fly, especially when you are (1) having fun, which I do most of the time; and (2) when you are old, which means I must be very old, not compared to some folk but old nevertheless!
Are you with me? I hope so because I now want to tell you something very important: I have every intention of continuing to have fun, as I journey towards the finish line but I want to do it at a slower pace. It is kinda’ like when someone places a piece of Syd’s homemade carrot cake in front of me, when I am craving a piece of her carrot cake but I also know I probably won’t get anymore for a long time. I feel like scarfing (if that is a good word) the entire piece down but I know I must apply the brakes in order to slowly savor each bite, trying to make it last forever.
Well, that is kinda’ the way I see the rest of my journey. There are some experiences I really want to enjoy. Why I am even find myself tempted to “scarf them down” but I am realizing that I must apply the brakes, so I can slowly savor every moment, hopefully making them last forever.
Yes, I have already had some good times but I believe the best is yet to come and I really do not want it to pass by so quickly (like the rest of my life) that I miss most of it. I have the feeling that I am going to want to slowly savor each moment! You can bet that I will give it my best shot!
Anyway, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I hope yours is the best yet AND the next day is my 64th birthday and I am planning on, well, I don’t think I will make any plans and wait to see just how the butterflies fly.