Sometimes 20 years seems like a long time and sometimes it seems like no time at all. This morning I was thinking about what my life was like 20 years ago. I was in my mid-30s and had a 9, 6 and 3 year old. We had just moved to Virginia to the nicest house I had ever lived in during my adult life. By this time I had moved so many times that I was determined to die in that house. (I've moved again since then). During the last 20 years I've watched by boys grow into men; attended countless sports events, plays and ceremonies for them including 8 graduations and one wedding, gotten divorced, remarried, lost my mother, a nephew, both my new in-laws, and two beloved aunts and saw my sister cheat death twice. As I said, I moved again -- to an even nicer house. I've visited Hawaii and travelled outside the US for the first time in my life. I've changed jobs from one that worked best for a Mom to the best job situation of my career and then left that to try the life of retirement. It was an action packed 20 years.
Fast forward ahead 20 years and who knows what my situation will be...if indeed I will even still be here. I will most likely move again if my husband or I develop physical problems that make our two story house difficult to access. My beloved Golden Retriever will no longer be here. I will undoubtedly lose other loved ones. And perhaps gain others. I still have one more graduation for son #3. My "Places to See Before I Die" list still has quite a few destinations on it. But, the most important thing at this point is to not assume that there are 20 years left. Do it now. That should be my new motto.