Nearing the half year mark towards accomplishing this list of mine has produced some exhilarating and dare I say, profound results. I have lost ten pounds, expanded my vocabulary, improved my piano playing, and discovered--what? My purpose in life? I'm not sure I can be that philosophical. I know that a few of my goals were going to make me cringe--making the mittens, the quilt, and the scarf; and a few that would make me smile--working with friends, volunteering, and finding new restaurants, but the continuing reward has been a sense of fulfillment every day. My theme song for the year will not be, "I Can't Get No Satisfaction"; sorry Mick and Keith. Perhaps something a bit more inspirational such as Rocky's theme song? Imagine listening to that as I sweat and swear at the sewing machine. It could be just what I need to finish the-- still in progress-- mittens.
It seems like every day I am striving and reaching for a higher potential of living, doing, and being. Are we shortchanging ourselves by not pushing and challenging our minds and bodies to go to that next level just because we are (fill in the blank)_______ years old? Life in my 59 years 11 months and 355 days tells me that no matter what age, we need to get up, get busy, and get going. Turning back the clock of time won't happen, but running ahead of it (literally and figuratively) seems to be working for me.
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