543 Day Writing Journey

Back in My Heyday. Day 103.

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“Back in my heyday, I could run five miles and want to run more,” I said to Sam.

“So you only get one heyday?” Sam said. He always knows how to expand the thought.

When a person talks about a heyday, they usually put it in singular terms. They will say “his heyday” or “its heyday” but nobody talks about a heyday like there could be multiples for a person or thing.

I wonder if a person only has one heyday. Merriam-Webster defines it as “the period of one’s greatest popularity, vigor, or prosperity.” If one has another time in their life when they are even more popular and successful, does their heyday change, or do they get another?

I don’t want to have had my heyday yet, so I will strive for another. After the holidays.

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3 thoughts on “Back in My Heyday. Day 103.”

  1. Dear Teri,
    I have a bumper sticker that says: “I grew up in a place called America; you would have liked it”… (I guess one could consider that period of time, “My Heyday”)!!!
    Uncle Lee 🙂

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  2. When I was 20 I worked at a new but up and coming popular restaurant, that hired attractive young women. One of the very beautiful girls lamented that she had peaked, looks-wise, in high school. I have always found that to be a sad view of oneself and while I was able to see that I was no scrub, as I have gotten older I have grown to like what I see in the mirror more and more. I think my heyday measuring stick has gotten longer as I have matured. I am not sure if my looks have actually improved, but I do know that I like myself so much more now at 60+ than I ever did in my 20’s.

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