I turned 50 recently.
More frequent AARP mailings are testimony to that fact.
What genuinely marks the occasion for me however is the profoundly pervasive feeling of anticipation and wonder and awe at just how incredible being alive on the planet can be.
When I turned forty, I felt like my life had really begun, finally. I started making choices that reflected who I wanted to be and where I wanted to go. Ushering in this newest decade, the bar has been raised and the possibilities fully engaged. The dreams that I dreamed for myself and kept alive, experienced as hopes and wishes, are part of my reality now. I'm proving to myself on yet another level what focus and intention bring about when we allow them to.
The subterranean work that went into that effort was sizable. Fists were pounded on table tops, and groans of frustration were set free into the atmosphere plenty of times. There is no way around the investment of time and energy and committing to a process that in the beginning seems nebulous and inchoate at best, unfathomable on the worst days.
But really, what else have you got goin' on a Tuesday afternoon that's worthy of your attention?
Sometimes that's what it all comes down to.
Crossing that line in your head, moment by occasionally endless moment, til you've got thirty or forty or fifty candles lit up in front of you.
Tuesday afternoons make a big difference.
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