Upon the occasion of my most recent birthday (the one where I turned 55), I did a little bit of computation.
Unless modern medicine and science steps up it’s game, I’m not middle-aged anymore. Technically, I wasn’t middle-aged last year either, but I don’t remember thinking much about it. I suppose that I might have thought about it and forgotten. That’s entirely possible, seeing as how I’m closer to old age than middle age at this point.
Anyhow, living to be 110 year of age seems highly unlikely given my genetic inheritance. I know that it’s not all about nature – nurture and environment play a role also. Let’s evaluate that for a bit, shall we…
I’m a child of the sixties. You know, the generation that ate margerine instead of butter because it was so good for you. And, what do you mean that potatoes aren’t a vegetable? Okay, we’ll have salad – iceburg lettuce with Miracle Whip. Don’t forget those brand-new convenience foods that are making Mom’s life so much easier…Tang, potted meat, boxed mac-n-cheese, jello and canned ravioli. I’m eating better now as an adult (most of the time) so that probably won’t kill me outright.
The one activity that I am a bit concerned about though is that classic evening activity we all enjoyed in the South…running behind the mosquito fog truck …DDT shower anyone? Plus I did spend a number of years in the Rio Grande Valley watching the crop-dusters present their show as they sprayed the crops several times a year…
Oh well, all of that is in the past and out of my control. Other than learning from the past and remembering the good stuff, the past needs to be history.
And worrying about whether I’m going to make it to 110. or 56 for that matter, is pointless.
I have no guarantees.
None of us do.
I have right now.
And I have hope for the future.
What I do with the time is mine to decide…well, not mine totally. Other folks factor in somewhat…my family and my friends have some say on what happens with my time. But, the choice of who I let share my time is mine to make.
Okay, strictly speaking sometimes we lose control over who and what comes into our life for a time. Bad stuff happens. Rude people happen. A moment or more is lost to circumstance.
But the choice is still ours – the choice of how to look at it and how to live in the time we have.
Here’s a story.
I was out with my sister the other day and we were driving along. I saw an assisted living center with the name “Autumn Leaves”. I innocently commented that I thought “Autumn Leaves” was a pretty cool name for an assisted living center.
My sister who is 70 years of age and was near death more than once this past month, had another perspective. About the autumn leaf reference she replied, “Yeah, drying up, falling off of the tree, being raked into a pile, and burned…”
Okay. Maybe I didn’t think my comment through. That happens more often than I’d like to admit.
At 55, I was more focusing on the whole life cycle thing. And that I like autumn leaves. They’re pretty when they change colors and float about in the wind. Maybe I was thinking about composting them and enriching the soil for next year’s planting.
At 55, I like to think that I’m still green and on the tree. I’m busy reaching towards the light providing the tree with nourishment and cleaning the air.
At 55, I’m not ready to turn brown and fall off the tree yet.
I’ve met very few people in my life who are ready for that…at any age.
So, I’m going to try and quit thinking about my life as having a beginning, a middle, and an end.
There may well be a Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. That I can’t change…but I can keep having beginnings when I choose and as often as I need to.
I can end things that aren’t positive and beneficial for me when need be.
I can choose to do it all with joy.
And when it’s my time to fall off the tree, I can become the best damn mulch for the future to grow in as a result of the joyful choices that I’ve made.
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Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...