How may do-overs do you get in life?
In your twenties, you get do-overs for mistakes you made as a teenager.
In your thirties, you can get a do-over for mistakes you made in your twenties.
In your forties, and maybe even in your fifties, you can still get do-overs, although you'd hope not to need them for having acquired wisdom.
But in your sixties and beyond, you really don't have much opportunity (or time) for do-overs. Which is why we traded Mr's. Haz's responsible, proper, staid, level-headed, right-thing-to-do, economical, four door, fuel-mizer sedan on a convertible. A three hundred twenty horsepower convertible. Because we might not get the opportunity again.
We took a drive on this spectacular autumn day. When this day ends, we won't get to do it over. Days (and years) are like that.
Perfect blue skies, not a cloud in sight. Temperature in the sixties, crisp, clear air. We played the Elvis station on Sirius, and drove narrow two-lane back roads. Roads where the hardwood trees form a canopy over the lanes; a tunnel of gold and red and green and brown leaves, with the sun shining through in places like God smiling on us.
The dry aspen, birch, and poplar leaves made a light crunching sound when we drove over them; the wind from the car scattering them to the shoulders.
We laughed, we chatted, we smiled non-stop. If you miss a day like this, you don't get a do over. The day is gone.
Take a break from what you do. Find a moment or an hour for peace and contentment.
You might not get to do it over.