I often think I am going to write about one thing and then
out of nowhere comes another idea. An
idea burp. This idea makes me laugh because it’s both foolish and wise. In other words it makes me happy.
I write because I want to connect and because I have lived
long enough to have some wisdom and some foolishness to share.
I know when to cry and when to laugh. I know when to persevere and when to lie fallow. I know my own shadow and my
radiance. I am on the cusp of realizing
that every darn thing is precious and the closer I get to whatever comes after
this experience of living makes everyday more intense. I know not to waste my
breath. I say a louder “yes” and a louder “no”. I have a living compendium of
mistakes and regrets that are the bedrock of my personal wisdom.
I just had a birthday.
I am now 72 years old. Old people, I’m talking old. Age. Aging. Lovely,
smart, experienced, seasoned, humorous, knowledgeable, OLDER than many. Maybe our culture is ready
to revere aging to see the richness it brings. AND to see how it can guide
those who are younger.
Research is beginning to show that our 20,30,40, 50
(maybe 60 year- olds) are anxious about purpose and how to live a life. It’s
hard to get to know your future self and how to grow into it. Life coaching
helps, but it is a profession of younger people. So the trick is to find
someone a lot older who is a future self you could be. Then ask for advice
and soothing and experience and partnership.
Here I am. Ask
me.
questionsforthemaven@gmail.com
questionsforthemaven@gmail.com
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