Faded Glory

This tree peony was gorgeous several days ago. Huge white blossoms. The entire tree glowed with light. Today, it is just another green plant in the garden, with wasted petals all around its base. How sad.

Sometimes, I feel just like that tree. I have moments of glory, I shine with light, and then  . . . Then, I am just another faded bloom.

A dear friend and I talk a lot about the aging process. Actually, it seems like all my friends and I do at some time or another in our conversations. How can we feel so vital and alive, and yet, especially in today's job market, we are over the hill.

A disappointing, and depressing, feeling. I'm not over the hill, I am moving along the road of life, taking another turn. What awaits around the corner?