My pal says “live your best life” whenever I teeter on the edge of two choices. With one choice, I’ll please myself and might disappoint friends. With the other choice, I’ll be in the midst of a personal sacrifice. This makes it hard to be intuitive. When I know other people are hurt, I hurt inside myself.
On Saturday, I went to a church yard sale to look at trucks for my grandson. The people with tables seemed sad when they didn’t make a sale. It hurt, but the old trees and bucolic scene made me happy to live in the boonies.
I understand sadness, but I don’t understand older people’s fearfulness. From a young age, I set out to banish my fears. I think the problem arises with my peers’ desire to be careful of their bodies and its limitations. It’s harder to let their brains fly and accept that change is the one thing to count on. Everything will change.
After three years of concern as I reshaped my business with a physical space, I’ve found success. That means opportunities to travel. What a wonderful feeling, to choose a spot, then let opportunities pull me in new directions.
We don’t pick our
age, but we can pick to live our best life. As time slips by, embrace and enjoy
all of it.
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