For days we will be enjoying the food prepared but not consumed on Thanksgiving. It was good and still is but I imagine we will soon tire of it as we do so with so many things in life.

See them come and see them go. Use them now and toss them later. Always, enjoy it while it lasts.

Is my life now leftover? Have I come to the point where nothing is new and everything is just a rehashing of what was done or said or experienced before? Is that okay by me?

There was a time when I was young and life was so very exciting and surprising with something new waiting around almost every corner. You would never quite know what was ahead but you went, with such hope and energy, inexorably toward it. You knew that there was still so much more. So much more.

But then something happened and you began to settle. You settled into a comfort zone that included the people, places and things you felt most secure and at ease with- no shocks and no surprises, just life as ordered. This seems unavoidable and really rather normal and is not even really that bad were it still mixed with some sort of spice, some sort of new adventure every once in a while.

I pause, overlong, at a crossroad. In a way it is not really a crossroad; it is more like a major interchange. And the choices I have are to rest and remain rested, as I have done for too long now I think, or to get up and get going. I can still choose the direction and there are still several choices on which way to go but go I must. There is too much dust that has settled upon me and my body is tending to resist use with all of this lack of use that has gone on for far too long.

I used to think of such moments as a budding adventure but now I tend to hold a bit too much apprehension, if not fear. I am not really scared, just unsure and not wanting to get it wrong if I miss on getting it right. Maybe I am just lazy.  I no longer have the luxury of being able to waste more time as time grows shorter for me with every passing day. This is true for all of those who live or who have lived and it is likewise true for me.

This shouldn’t be too hard to do when you think upon it. I have always eventually gotten going in some direction or another and there are quite significant times in my life when I have had to choose and go. I am somewhat proud and very glad to note and state that most of the time I got it right. It might be luck, it might be divine intervention; heck, it might even be that I have a clue and a good one at that from time to time. Mostly, things have gone right and well for me. No major compaints.

So what keeps me from getting going? There may not be much time remaining to me and yet again there may still be decades ahead. Most of the time you just don’t know about things.

Life is precious so enjoy it to the extent that you can and do what you may and, with good fortune, what you will. There are choices to be made and steps to be taken and there are far too many who wind up doing neither.

I have done okay with what I have done but I have sometimes taken too long in the doing or even the deciding to do. This early morning I pledge to idle no longer and to grab hold with both hands and fly forward to wherever this crazy, awesome ride may take me.

The alternative is far too common and not something I wish to look back upon as having been my decision, my legacy as it were. Leftovers are fine, but only for a while.