Most of our early lives, middle-ages too, spent preparing for life – sorting things out, education, career, partnering, raising children and walking dogs – our ‘container’ is part body, party body of experience, part getting ready for something …
As mid-life arrives we awake to taking better care of our containers (fitness, health, diet, sleep) – smarter about so many quality of life things.
But for what?
Is that all there is?
For many, sadly, I think it is.
All that ‘getting ready’, until they drop.
And then they drop, from vibrant living (maybe it’s better labeled vibrant maintenance) to dropping. End. Done. Over, obituary, fading memories in the lives of very few.
What if this middle-stage and all that came before was just a staging-ground so we arrive prepared, for the 2ndhalf?
We wouldn’t expect our sports heroes to end their post-season when playoffs were around the corner, why do people stop at the very time their ripest chances of a lifetime are arriving?
We don’t experience distant lands by reading about them – we have to board a plane.
We don’t experience new people unless we meet new people.
We don’t acquire new skills by wishing them so, we need to step into it …