In general, I am not a worrier (recovering one though), yet I am a wonderer. I wonder about a lot of things. I have been on this planet (this go round anyway) nearly half a century. I have gained some wisdom, yet often I still feel like a young pup full of curiosity.
I wonder about all kinds of things, some deep and thinky, some not so profound.
I wonder if I will ever stop getting pimples. I wonder if I let my hair go without coloring it, would it be a pretty color like my mom or would it be blah and boring. I wonder if I will ever let go of wondering about gray hair.
I wonder if I will ever know how to use all the features on my phone. I wonder if I ever will truly want to.
I wonder if I will ever understand how the breeze makes those trees sway and then those trees and then those trees and then back swooshing them all together in a big display of tandem swaying.
I wonder if I will ever tire of the beauty of autumn.
I wonder if I will ever not have to not stop and look up the difference between prostrate and prostate before I use that word choice.
I wonder if I will ever like coffee.
I wonder if my son will go to Mars. I wonder if my sense of smell will improve as I age. I wonder if I will get bifocals.
I wonder if people will ever stop getting uptight over someone’s skin color, religion, or who they like to kiss.
I wonder if I will ever run a marathon. I wonder if I will ever run a 5K. I wonder if I will ever run around the block.
I wonder if I’ll ever create a stage play. I wonder if I’ll ever write more books. I wonder if I’ll produce my own line of greeting cards.
I wonder if I’ll ever be the chick singer in an all-boy band.
I wonder if Prince Charming will go gray. I wonder if he’ll have long hair and a ponytail when we’re in our eighties. I wonder about all the places we will live.
I wonder if I’ll ever enjoy cooking.
I wonder if I’ll ever make sense of the human existence. I wonder if I’ll stop wanting all the answers. I wonder if I’ll master a foreign language.
I wonder who is our next president.
I wonder how many grandbabies I’ll have. I wonder who was the first person to think women need to shave their legs. I wonder if I will always love emery boards, Trident White gum, and dish towels.
I wonder if I will always love being the first one to dip my knife into the brand new jar of peanut butter. I wonder I will always love travel. I wonder if anything has been more helpful than sticky notes.
I wonder if Barry Manilow will live to 100. I wonder if pantyhose will become extinct. I wonder if mental telepathy is possible.
I wonder if reality shows will ever go away.
I wonder if the sight of a starry sky will ever stop making me wonder. I wonder.
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