Fifty and Finding Fabulous
I had no crisis when I turned fifty. And not because my life is perfect. It is a life in progress. With ALL that means.
However, here were some things I considered that made me very happy at the conclusion of my fiftieth year:
- I found work I love. There is no perfection, but this is pretty darned awesome. And at the end of each day, I can find something to laugh about, something that pulled on my heart and something that I mentally say I’m going to make better.
- I found out that if I persist consistently, I am a better runner than I was a decade ago when I pursued the path in fits and starts. I have grown into a runner who respects the game and the preparation required.
- I have decided that living has to be living mindfully, conscientiously, and compassionately and so my vegan life respects my intentions. Since I stopped eating the flesh of animals, I feel the energy and peace of that love.
- I have come to terms with my body. Perfection is not a pursuit. Fit and strong is. And with those come the muscles and enduring lungs and strong , young stride. And of course, glowing skin, from all that sweating!
- Giving love matters. To yourself, your beloveds, the planet, your higher power, and those who need it most. Love makes everything make sense.
- Accepting matters. Love, a compliment, a gift, an honor…it is the flipside of giving. I embrace both
- Not becoming complacent matters. I will always be blowing breath on the embers in the fire.
My postcard to me would read…
So there it is. Finished fifty years. Did some thinking. Happy to be here. Will be staying a while…