I celebrated another birthday yesterday. As each year passes by, I become more grateful for time. Like it or not, each day I am alive is one less I have to live. I realize how senseless it is to waste precious moments on the things I will never be able to change. Learning to live in harmony with those same things has been my greatest challenge but slowly, I am getting there. This is your reminder to enjoy today before these minutes tick away. Even on your worst day, find a reason to smile and celebrate your blessings. Every day is a gift and each and everyone of our lives is a gift too. Happy Friday! You’ve got this.
Yesterday, I mentioned I was going to see Rick Springfield in concert. Could it be possible that I am the only person in the world who didn’t know he was 66 years old? Not only was he fantastic on stage but the amount of energy he had was truly inspiring.
Sometimes I feel sorry for myself because I think my time has passed. I guess I equated quality of life with the number of years of life. But last night, I realized that I am only as old as I feel. If I want it to be true, the best of my life is still yet to come. I realized that age is less about time and more about the state of mind. It reminds me of that sweet little lady I took care of in Hospice who didn’t even zip line until she was 78 years old. I want to be a combination of the two. I am truly inspired and excited to get on with living.
Don’t ever put a label on yourself. Don’t let anything limit what is possible in your life. You are meant to enjoy and be excited every single moment. That doesn’t stop at 52 or 76 or 97 unless you decide it does. Tell yourself it doesn’t stop until they finally lower you into the ground. Don’t be defined by your age, defy it.
So, the Daily Post posed a question in their daily prompt that I found kind of interesting.
Think about the generation immediately younger or older than you. What do you understand least about them — and what can you learn from them?
This is something I actually pine over quite frequently. Being 43, I feel it is a constant struggle to exhaustedly bridge the gap between the generation above and below me. My parents generation was more of a selfless generation. They did all they could to earn a living and support their families. They had strong morals and convictions and there was no wiggle room for deviating in any direction. It was a time of the family. Family gatherings, family prayer and extended family get togethers. Now, they continue to care for their own parents who are aging and in need of their help. They spent an entire lifetime caring for others without ever thinking twice. So what can we learn from them? Selflessness is a gift that keeps on giving. Putting off your own needs to help out with needs of others can be the most rewarding and kindest thing you can do in a lifetime. The generation was dependable, hard working and kept problems within their family unit, sometimes keeping them only to themselves. I guess what I dont understand is how they sacrificed their own chance of living the life we all dream of.
I don’t know why it was so hard for them to find balance between living for themselves and living for others. I also find it hard to have conversations with them because they are very closed minded, set in their ways, often times not even willing to see something from a different perspective.
I also have two teenagers. What can I possibly say about this generation without completely offending them? They are a generation who likes to be edgy. They claim to be accepting of everything and anything yet they think nothing of ridiculing and judging their own parents on a daily basis. They are brave and bold and fearless to a point that is dangerous. They do not respect adults like other generations. They feel like they are on the same level and can say and do whatever they feel like. If they think a rule doesn’t make sense than they just don’t follow it. They challenge everything and everyone from their own parents and teachers even extending to the church. They are consumed with themselves as evidenced through excessive selfie taking sessions. They do as little as possible without going the extra mile to help anyone else. It’s not my problem is a common theme. Dare I suggest they are lazy? They don’t get up to mow the lawn or do the dishes or even clean their rooms because after all who can make them. If there’s no point to something in their own mind than why do it?
What could we possibly learn from them? They move at their own pace. They can’t be forced into doing something because someone thinks they should do it. They dont over extend themselves and they will have healthy hearts because they do not rush around or sacrifice their own needs for the needs of others. I worry because they don’t seem to have much common sense. Things like thinking outside of the box or even making change seems extrely difficult for them. They are a generation who has been entitled. They don’t know what it’s like to go to a library to look up information to write a paper. They don’t understand the concept of sacrificing one thing so they can have another. They want it all and why shouldnt they have it all? Everything is at their fingertips. They lack interpersonal skills because texting has taken the place of face to face conversations. They are as quick with their fingers as they are with their comments.
And my generation? It borders on both extremes. Between the rigid views of our parents and the liberal views of our children, how could we possibly please either? And further more, who has the energy to do it anyway? We overextend and over schedule. We are consumed by our children’s activities and competition has consumed our spirits. We work hard. We cater to our kids. We sleep.
For me personally, I feel frustrated and stuck. I feel like I’m in a no win situation and I don’t see improvement anywhere in sight. What about you? How would you answer the question?
I went paddle boarding on the river today. I have been secretly obsessing about trying the new trend of paddle board yoga. I worked up the nerve to try a few poses. It was even harder than I ever imagined but I enjoyed the concentration it took to get it done. I called home to talk to my mother. When I told her about how I spent the day, her response was, “You’re getting to old to do those kinds of things”. No mom, age does not and will never define how I will spend my days. The mind is a powerful thing and if you allow it to set limits, you limit your life. It’s as simple as that. Recently I told the story of a 96 year old woman I met who went zip lining for the first time when she was 92. I wonder if anyone ever told her she was too old for that. I know for a fact she didn’t listen. Life is an adventure. Get out there and enjoy it!
What a chilling phrase if you really give it some thought. When we reach a certain age, society expects us to automatically become an adult. People expect much more from us than they ever had before. So much truth in 5 little words. It’s as if a particular day is the bridge we cross that supposedly changes the way we act and provides a more responsible way to think.
We were out driving with my daughter today. My husband told her to turn left through an intersection but never saw the car coming. She just automatically followed directions. Thankfully he yelled stop forcefully enough so that she was ably to apply the break and prevent a collision. We realized that just because she is of age to hold a permit, she will not always be experienced enough to make the right decision.
I think adulthood is just like that. We start to be treated like one but really nothing has changed but a single day that fast forwards us to a new age. We don’t change, time just decides how old we are. I think we forget that experience is on going. It is life experience that tests us and teaches us how to respond. It doesn’t happen over night and it doesn’t magically occur when we turn 18.
What a sad concept to even insinuate that growing older means giving up our childhood. The older we get, I believe we realize how much better off we were when we were more like a child, when we believed in things with child like faith and loved wholeheartedly with our childish heart. And don’t even get me started on how easily the young heart forgives and moves on.
The Giver was really thought provoking and this line really stuck with me long after I stepped out of the theatre. I thought is was worth sharing with all of you. I’d love to hear your thoughts. How do you feel when you hear the words “thank you for your childhood”? How does it make you feel?
I watched two new ladies at yoga today argue over who was older. They were a year apart. It turns out one was 63 and the other 64. It made me to chuckle to myself and make a promise that I will still try something new when I am that age. Even if it is something challenging. I love that they showed up today. I love that their spirit keeps them much younger then their actual age. I love that they had the courage to walk in that room and I love that they were able to keep up with the rest of the class.
If you look hard enough, there will always be someone to motivate you and light a spark in you that challenges you to be better than you are. Age is just a number, but attitude is another story. I am grateful for this unexpected lesson today. You are only as old as you allow yourself to feel and you can do anything if you put your mind to it.