A frustration in getting older is reaching the clear understanding that wisdom starts up well after our capacity to use it has begun a steep decline.
Mostly, getting older brings better capacity for noticing special moments, special times, the value of people, and relationships we raced past the opportunity to learn … .
Each time I encounter something poignant about life that stops me to think, sometimes I take some time to reflect on what I’ve missed.
Mostly I miss some people, miss them being in my life – some of those are gone, some are very much alive, just not in contact with me. I recall someone who was once very close and special in my life using FAA to end notes, letters and emails. FAA meant, forever and always. Easy to say, but the reality for most people in our lives FAA doesn’t work out that way despite their good intentions and sincere promises to remain close, remain in touch and remain important in our lives – and we in theirs, because we learned we can’t count on that.
Not so long ago I was a child.
I raced through early life – seems my feet barely touched the ground – and then I was grown, schooled, employed, married, father, self-employed, alcoholic, failed marriage, failed business, recovered-alcoholic, 36. I’d been paper boy, footwear and handbag buyer, retailer, mortgage broker, business owner and a dozen other ‘jobs’ I’d done.
Entering my 69th year, best work is ahead.
Looking back on any one year or decade is just a blur. Flat parts, fat parts, highs, lows, prosperity and poverty – each blurred period contains some of each.