I am looking back with love not sadness.
I am moving forward with hope not fear.
I respect the traditions that have come before
while remaining open to the coming new year.
I have no regrets; they serve me no purpose.
I made decisions the best I knew how.
To fret and worry over what has been
prevents me from enjoying the now.
I will look ahead and not behind
at the start of each new day.
I will be thankful for the experiences
and people I meet along the way.
#SOL18 Day 29
Baseball was, is, and always will be to me the best game in the world. ~ Babe Ruth
Today is one of my favorite days of the year. Opening day brings me back to growing up in Philadelphia at a time when home games were only broadcast on the radio. We would listen to Richie Ashburn, By Saam, and then Harry Kalas on transistor radios sitting outside on humid summer nights. From Veterans Stadium to Citizens Bank Park, from Mike Schmidt and Tug McGraw to Darren Daulton and John Kruk to Jimmy Rollins and Chase Utley, and now Aaron Nola and Rhys Hoskins, I have loved them all. This is my ode to Opening Day.
Boys of Summer
Heart of the Lineup
Ducks on the Pond
#SOL18 Day 28
Given that many of us work more than eight hours a day and five days a week, that free time is precious. ~ Michael Allen
I am free today.
I can play today.
I just don’t know what to do.
One voice says “could.”
One voice says “should.”
Which one should I listen to?
I have a “to-do” list.
But there’s things I’ve missed.
Don’t want to end up feeling blue.
So I will do a little of this
then a thing that I miss.
The best of both – it is true!
#SOL18 Day 26
If it doesn’t challenge you, it won’t change you. ~YoAlfaaz.com
What to write, I just don’t know
One more day then to break I go.
You’d think I’d be happy, excited and glad.
but actually I’m feeling just a little bad.
My head is hurting, my bones feel pain
I wonder if it’s because of the predicted rain?
I’m tired and moody, a bit of a crank.
I guess that’s why I’m drawing this annoying brain blank!
#SOL 18 Day 16
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~ Hal Borland
Winter time should go
We have had enough of snow
Been too cold too long
When will Spring arrive
With its warmth and fragrant smells
Longing for the sun
Need to smell the scents
Of flowers in the garden
Comfort for the soul
#SOL 18 Day 13
Youth is a gift of nature, but age is a work of art. ~ Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
I saw a woman much older than me
wearing pleather pants as tight as can be.
Her feet were tilted in stiletto boots.
Her face and botox were in cahoots.
Her hair was bleached; her skin was tan.
She was walking with a much younger man.
Everyone can dress as they like it’s true.
especially if you want others staring at you.
Her very sheer top had me shaking my head.
What more can I say? It all has been said.
You might think I write from a place of jealousy,
But whatever happened to aging gracefully?