Here’s a great itty bitty post from Adultitis Antidote winner Rocks in My Dryer:
We were on our way home from an especially well-played soccer match. My son Joseph settled happily back in the seat and sighed.
“Mom,” he said. “I feel, deep in my heart, that I’m about to be famous.”
“Really? I asked. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” he said, “You know how I’m not famous now?” I thought for a minute, trying to remember if I’d seen his picture on the cover of People magazine. Nope.
“Yes, I know.”
“Well,” he continued, “I just feel, in my heart, like I’m about to be.”
He contentedly sighed again, and he gazed out his window.
How easily I forget the wonder of having the mystery and possibility of an entire life stretching out in front of you.
It’s good to be six.
Don’t forget that even if you’re sixty-six, there are still a LOT of mysteries and possibilities in front of you. If you’re still breathing, God still has plans for you. After all, Colonel Sanders didn’t become really famous until he was in his sixties.
Dream big. Live life to the last drop.