I know I’m getting older and my eyes should be getting worse, but they sure are noticing a lot of things, like where did my eyebrows go? They were here a minute ago and now they are gone – except for those few lone grey hairs – awesome, just awesome.
And what about when I do downward dog in yoga, when did that skin over my knees start to look like the knees of my mother?
While my 50’s brought me the ability to speak more truthfully, I’d like to believe that my 60’s will be bringing me more than the effects of gravity.
We went hiking last week in the hills behind our home (I think of them as very large mountains) and I agreed to take the “long” hike. As I stopped to catch my breath, for the 4000th time, I tried to remember what underwear I was wearing in case I had to be airlifted out by paramedics and taken to the hospital. I came to the realization, as I watched the vultures start assembling, I may not be as athletic as my ego perceives me to be. How does one recover from the realization that we’re not 20 anymore?
I figured I needed to re-learn that long forgotten math concept – proportions. If I could walk 12 miles in my 20’s I should be able to walk 4 in my 60’s, right?
Not all is lost as I seem to be hearing better than I did in my 20’s. I love hearing the birds outside and the children laughing at the school nearby. I’ve also learned to HEAR silence, which actually IS “golden.” Plus I think I’ve become a better listener, trying to put aside my needs/wants for those of the person speaking.
Being in my 20’s I believed there was only one way to do things (my way), one way to see things, hear things, sense things – when in reality that was wrong. I can still believe all of MY things but don’t need to force those beliefs onto anyone else to make them valid. (My children are probably applauding right here.)
And though my sight has brought me some visions of aging, it has also shown me how a person’s smile is not only in the muscles in their face; but how it’s also in the depth of their eyes.
Thinking about it, I only wish it wouldn’t have taken me an additional 40 years to realize that the free will we are given as humans – isn’t really about choosing what happens in our lives, it’s more about choosing how we react to the paths we are given. Even if those paths are through very large mountains…
Whatever century you may be from, I invite you to take five minutes and run through all the things you’ve learned since your 20’s, even if you’re still experiencing your twenties, and smile deeply with those eyes at all the lessons you have learned!
I’m off to research the complexity of knee lifts, buy some eyebrow liner and some really cute underwear for those “just in case” times…
Grateful for you,
p.s. Thank you Jeff for not leaving me behind for the vultures….