Dream Big

What would I do if I had my whole life still in front of me? I’d like to think I’d waste not one moment of it. I’d think before acting. I’d save 15% of every paycheck. I’d exercise and eat well every day. I’d spend at least 8 hours a week doing volunteer service. I’d stay in school and graduate before marriage and babies. I’d get an advanced degree. I’d travel somewhere new at least once a year. I’d plan well and dream big.

For me the hardest part of getting older is that there is more time behind me than ahead. I guess it is normal to feel some anxiety about the future when you turn sixty years of age. For me it was truly a landmark birthday. I became an orphan and the new matriarch of the family. I felt as if I was in a game of tag and I didn’t move fast enough. “Tag…. I’m It.” Only, I don’t want to be “IT”. Suddenly I’m thinking about a durable power of attorney, handicapped accessible bathrooms and living wills. Do I have all my ducks in a row? When can I sit back and just relax?

I enjoyed reading Arkansas Patti's post today about what she did when she turned sixty. She found something that gave her her sense of power and control back. I'm probably not going to take up motorcycle riding or even horseback riding as I am terrified of both but I'm definitely going to give some thought to creating my own bucket list.

There are times when I wish I could ask my mother how she found the courage to grow old. She once told me that every age has its blessings. I’m trying to focus on those words. I’m trying to think past the arthritis and elevated blood sugar. I’m trying to remember to plan well and dream big!