Have you ever forgotten your login password and then had to answer a series of security questions in order to reset the password to get yet another password? I had such a senior moment just the other day. Even though I couldn’t for the life of me remember the password, I could CERTAINLY answer all the security questions BECAUSE the security questions were all about my FIRSTs. What was your first job? What was the make of your first car? What is the name of your first-born child? We remember our firsts because they are connected to our personal history, our emotions and our senses.
My first job was at a Mister Donut shop. I passed this donut shop every day on my way to and from the school-bus stop. I was a sophomore in high school. My job was to put fresh donuts in the display case for the customers. By the end of my shift, all the fluffy, puffy cream filled donuts I had touched had dents in them. I was a little heavy handed in my first-job enthusiasm. I was let go after one day.
My first car was a blue 4-door 1950-something Ford sedan. I didn’t learn how to drive until AFTER College – I had just turned 20 when I got my driver’s license. This was the car to get me to work and back. Being very practical aka cheap, it served me well.
The name of my first-born son is John Dale Emerson. John Dale, the name just rings of sweetness. John’s birth was an exhilarating experience for me … well-prepared, 100% natural, no complications, NO PAIN, just pure joy --- If you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you for $1.00.
Another memorable first, though not related to those security questions, happened at age 50. That’s when I ran my first marathon. It took me 6 and a half hours to complete it. I was used to being the caboose in my training as I always came in last on our practice long runs. I ran this marathon in Athens, Greece on the same path that Philipedes ran thousands of years ago from the town of Marathon to Athens. Philipedes died when he reached Athens. I totally get it – without water and race markers to guide me to the finish, I thought for sure I was going follow in Philipedes steps. But, I didn’t. I managed to shuffle my way to the finish line parched and exhausted. The good news, HOWEVER, is that this was the start of a new lifestyle for me – a lifestyle of fitness and daily exercise.
I’m at the stage in my life where I can look at events as “FIRSTS” or “LASTS”. By golly, I choose to be challenged by NEW firsts. As long as I’m vertical, I will not stop seeking out FIRSTS.
Last year, I set out to learn a new language. Not Italian, not Arabic, not Chinese … I took American Sign Language I AND Spanish I at Florida State College. OK, I’m an overachiever. Of course, I was the oldest student and I was proud of that. Now that 2017 is here, I want to tap into my creative, crafty side. I want to learn how to do more DIY projects. There are so many clever ideas on Pinterest to try. What’s “in your wallet” for 2017?
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