Of all the things I’ve lost… Cookies
A reflection on getting older.
A reflection on getting older.
We were wandering the streets of Avignon the other day and this display of cookies caught my eye. I have a sweet tooth, no doubt about it. Anyway, these cookies were on display in a shop window. It was the patterns and colors that caught my eye as well as a longing to purchase a dozen or more. More is always better.
Today, while I was cropping and fiddling with this image, I reflected on the fact that I have lost the freedom to plunge in and indulge myself with delectable sweets such as these.
I still have, I believe, most of my mind so I really can’t complain about losing it and when I do, I probably won’t even know it. But cookies! Candies! All kinds of sweets… They are like Pringles. I can win the bet and definitely only eat just one… one whole bag.
So why, you might ask, have I lost cookies? Not my cookies mind, but cookies. Well, it’s about the goal. The goal to live long enough to become a burden on my children. (By then, I will have lost my cookies.)
You should know that I am an older gentleman who has been strongly advised by his medical advisors to control his blood sugar. You know the story, keep your A1C under control or else. Or else what? Or else you will lose your cookies!
Well then. If I don’t worry about my consumption of cookies, then I will achieve the goal sooner… right?
Well maybe, but before I become a total burden upon my children, I want to enjoy them. I want to enjoy my grandchildren because, well its about the journey, not the destination.
And maybe I want to spoil my grandchildren. Butter cookies are my favorites. Perhaps butter cookies will bring a smile to the faces of my grandchildren.
So. I have lost cookies. And I miss cookies. But I keep score by the number of smiles I can put on peoples faces. Perhaps I should pick up a bag of butter cookies to share. Perhaps I might sneak in one for myself.