Taylor was away at camp last week. I like the way that sounds as if he was a camper exploring the forest, eating smores, and hoping that his counselor let the cabin stay up a little later tonight. Of course, the reality is that Taylor was the counselor and his cabin was in bed nightly by 11 pm just as the rules suggest they should be. The reality is that Taylor is grown; he is an adult. He's not a small child anymore or even a middle sized one. He is grown and the countdown to his departure has begun. The harsher reality is that I am not ready...
I have all kinds of plans to keep myself busy when Taylor leaves for basic training in January. I'm pursuing my doctorate. I have a close set of friends, a really great church, a loving family. I will be okay or I will fall apart. Right now, I am worried it will be the latter...
Taylor left for camp on Monday and I watched television. I didn't delve into my studies, go eat with friends, or clean my house. I sat on the couch and watched television. Day 2, more of the same with some cleaning thrown in. Day 3, I did go eat with friends before coming home to watch more television. I don't watch a lot of telelvision so I was growing concerned. I cannot become this person.
I plan to live to 90; I hope to live to 100 if I am still lucid. This means I have well over half my life to live. What do I do now? Anyone have any great ideas?
