More like a mechanic, oiling my gears, priming my engine for this journey.
Must be ready for bumpy roads. Fresh pavement preferred. Ready for weather extremes, but Maui-mild would be lovely …
Whatever I have to say, I can say it.
Whatever message I have, I can deliver it.
Whatever task I choose, I can tackle it.
Some wear. No rust. Most parts still work reasonably well most of the time. Perhaps much more. 62 years behind, I have at least 31 ahead of me.
From babyhood to toddlerhood, we didn’t pause. Or reflect.
On cusp of 13, perhaps. I wondered about change, but more a function of puberty than it was about becoming worldly, or seeing my future. At 16, 18, 21 – these milestones – for pause, for reflection, for forecasting dreams and schemes. Sure. But I was busy rushing on, moving forward with next things I was anxious to do.
Twenties? Blur. Work, kids, homes and cars, business. Fast-paced, raced through it. Where did it go?
Thirties were upheaval, so it seemed, more than I could handle, until I made it through, somehow.
Forties calmed. Fifties came, went. More upheaval, less up, more down – but I got through it. Middle-age arrived too. Too soon.
I’ve recognized that very little stands in my way.
Sure, I’m too late to be a heart surgeon, rocket scientist of Olympic sprinter – but otherwise, most things in life are available to me.
Whatever I want, I can do.
Whatever I need, is available to me.
Whatever stimulates my mind, I can let it.
Whoever interests me, can.
And they do.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 8C / 47F, sunny, light breeze – very pleasant day ahead before we go back to chilly for a few days. Gusta cranky with me for walking later than usual but I was fixing website glitches, or trying to. Seriously, it must be spring … because we can see it from here..