When I was young, I was always on the go. While I might be slowed from time-to-time, I couldn’t be stopped. Challenges were speed bumps, not walls. My teens were simply a transition to my early twenties. Life was grand.
But time continued to move forward and something changed.
It’s funny that here I sit in the twilight of my thirties wondering why I so callously ignored the advice to hold on to my youth. To stay fit. To enjoy each moment. You see, I guess when you’re invincible you don’t know what it’s like to lose something until it is lost.
Even when my invincibility started to wane, I was oblivious. First there was the broken ankle playing soccer. Then there was the ruptured ACL playing softball. Each was a catastrophic injury that I never quite recovered from. And most recently, something in the “good” leg went while I was jogging (more like a fast walk) down to first base.
And poof. Here I sit, with a bum wheel, and a sudden realization that I’m truly not invincible.
Oh how I miss my invincibility.