I remember way back when I was a teenager.  One thing that I really enjoyed doing was playing basketball.  I had even tried out for the high school team, and was told that I came close, but did not make it.  I know that my skills were flawed, but for church ball at least I played.  During the season it seemed as though I lived week to week for that game on Thursday night.  I can remember the excitement I felt anticipating game days.  My performance rarely met my expectations, but I do still have positive flashbacks of times (mostly in pick up games over the summer) when I did well, even got int the 'zone' on occasions.  Of course, that time is long gone.  Now I take pleasure in lots of other stuff.  I was going to write: 'but not physical stuff', but that is not exactly accurate.  I do take great pleasure in my push ups, morning and night, and yesterday I helped Richard and Sheila move our old furniture downstairs to make room for our new stuff scheduled for today.  (That physical effort almost did me in, but was 'fun'.)  And, mostly, I take pleasure from a state of well being that is a result of my push ups, my healthy eating and my general level of activity, while not much compared to some (even older), but better then the average.  Today I (we) will be there to watch Cortney's game.  It is a pleasure to see her perform.  I envy her this opportunity.  And I am so proud of the kind of person that she is.  I say the same for all of our children and grandchildren.  To watch them learn and grow is a huge part of my own journey and I hope that in the end I will have made some kind of a small contribution to their success.  They certainly do that for me and mine.