Aging once felt like an enemy, a fiendish process that compounded an already maddening battle with the forces of biology. Not any longer. Tomorrow, I welcome 47.
So what are some thoughts that come to mind as I move closer to 50 than 40 (!!) ?
- When did 47 stop feeling old? My grandma Stella was right – you are as young as you feel.
- Menopause, shmenopause. I’ve already kicked butt on the emotional transition.
- I may not be living the life I once thought I’d be, but the one I have is pretty damned nice.
- Humor is one tonic that I can’t get enough of …
- Whoever was responsible for making digital images “glow” and eyesight get less sharp with age, THANK YOU!
What else have I come to appreciate as I get older? As John Lennon once so aptly put it, “Life is what happens when we’re busy making other plans.” Once I embraced that philosophy it was easier to accept that life unfolds the way it’s going to, and not always in the the way I expect. At the same time life never stops serving up opportunities for reinvention. Each day brings a new chance to recommit, re-think, re-engage, or move in an entirely new direction.
Most importantly, in the last several years I’ve made peace with my body. I first talked about that process as I turned 45, which you can read here.
The shattered remains of the life I once worked so hard to build has given me ample material to see my future as a series of beautiful mosaics — each year becomes more colorful and special in its own way. There’s a richness, a dimension and a freshness that comes after emerging from a place of pain.
I’m spending the weekend in the Sierra Nevada mountains where spring has only just arrived. What I see here makes me remember what my mother told me a few years ago as she watched me struggle to make sense of my life: “we all must learn to bloom where we’re planted.”