In the last few days, I have been reminded how quickly life goes by.
On Sunday I was invited, impromptu, to see a rendition of Cats at a local musical theater company. It was fabulous. I have never seen Cats, so there is no frame of reference, but the performers did an excellent job. It wasn’t just about the music and dance, and the story, though those are plenty of reasons that I love theater. The loveliness of the afternoon was the company I was with and the whole of the production itself. See, there is an energy in the theater that cannot be duplicated. It is the constant movement and sounds, a vision of expectation and construction as the story comes together, and finally, there is a vibration, a tingling to my toes kind of shiver, that reaches out to me when I walk in.
My dear long time friend, Rebecca, invited me. This is a love we share together. We did theater in high school and college. Together we have done lights, stage managing, prop scavenging, and basically anything else involved in a production. However, as kids became more the center of our lives, our participation in the theater fell away.
But each time we walk into the theater, we FALL in LOVE all over again. We talk about a time when the kids are gone and we can belong to the theater again
This Sunday though, we decided that is just TOO long. We have already been away nearly 17 years.
Then we had a “well, duh” moment. We know someone whose husband runs a theater right downtown. If we really want to play, all we need to do is ask.
Because the time has passed. It will keep passing. We will keep getting older and time will not wait for us.
This lesson was not served alone.
I was also reminded how delicate and fragile life is.
After the theater, I learned that a family relative had a stroke.
(The person is doing ok. They have great medical care and family at their side. For the sake of privacy, I am not mentioning specifics.)
It brought memories back of my own dad. He had an “incident”. The doctors never said he had a stroke, but he had as many blood clots in his lungs as a 30 year smoker would have, and he never smoked a day in his life. The day before he was released to go home, he had a heart attack and died.
I remember very clearly the doctor telling me that it was small heart attack, but because he was already compromised, he didn’t survive. I had called him that morning, and he asked me to call him back. So, I tried, all afternoon.
So often, we think we will have all the time in the world, and here is the great thing, WE DO!! We have as many days and hours and minutes as we want.
We can do anything with our time.
I can wait another ten years until my kids are all grown to incorporate the arts, crafts, writing, and many other activities that bring joy into my life.
Or, I can begin now, and share that delight and joy with them. At least then, as the time passes, I will be busy, doing.