That Old Road

My husband and I were driving today down an ‘old road’ from days that flew by us too quickly too long ago.

I commented that I miss the days.  The days we would rush to this road, ride twenty miles.   Ten miles downhill.   Ten miles uphill.  Then we would go teach and participate in two martial arts classes.  I miss that.  I miss that kind of strength.   That kind of physicality.  That kind of ability.

It’s not that we stopped enjoying it.  Those abilities.

It’s that life took turns and made loops and routed us into different places than where we were.

That, then occurred to me as we continued driving.  I pointed out, mostly to myself, that I suppose we are doing things now, that we weren’t doing then.

And I love and appreciate what we are doing now.

Driving down that road on a sunny, hot day with stunning blue skies took me back to so many amazing days.   Fortunately I paid enough attention then to own and store those days and the feelings that came with them.  It’s why it came back so powerfully today while we were driving that road.

And fortunately I’m paying enough attention today to be appreciative of where this road and the driving it has brought us.   To the new activities.  The new peoples.  The new directions.

I still have the feels for those days.

But I’m glad for the new roads with each new day.