It didn’t happen overnight, this late-in-life sense of youthful possibility; it crept up on me slowly, like time-released vitamins. Once I hit 50 I felt liberated, at 60 I experienced even more freedom. Then, over the past few years I started noticing that I felt good, really good — calmer, saner, more at peace with myself and the world. It wasn’t the result of any outer event or accomplishment but more a inner feeling of well-being.
For me, one of the best things about getting older is realizing that I don’t have all the time left in the world and that’s not such a bad thing. I’ve become aware of what’s important and I’m no longer willing to waste my time or energy on nonessential. I hate the word multitasking. It’s not that I’m less ambitious, I just don’t care about having it all, doing it all or being it all. I want to concentrate on what really matters to me. End of story.
Sure, the hormones, the energy, diminish as you get older, but so does the drama — thank god! Things that used to drive me crazy don’t bother me as much anymore. I have a longer fuse and a lighter touch. Age has also given me a broader perspective. When you’ve experienced loss and illness; when you’ve had your heart broken and hit bottom — and still manage to land on your feet — you realize that the crises can’t destroy you. By the same token, success, wealth and designer shoes won’t redeem you. The good thing about being around for a while is that you gain some wisdom, compassion and humor along the way.
It doesn’t happen automatically. We don’t have a choice about aging; that’s nonnegotiable. But how we grow old is our responsibility. Who do you want to be in your fifties, sixties, seventies and eighties? Someone who is brittle, bored and boring or someone juicy, passionate and free spirited? Start now. Start by loving yourself and your life; find things that make you happy and bring you joy. Focus on what works (and stop complaining about what doesn’t). Feel good, be grateful — no matter what is going on in your life or in the world.
If you want to stay vital then don’t concentrate on removing the wrinkles and cellulite; work on letting go of the stress, anger, resentment and especially the self criticism; those things are far more toxic than sugar, fat and cigarettes.
We all bloom at different times, a rose is no less than a daffodil because it blooms later in the season. We all have our own individual timing and its important is to honor that timing and trust the process. Don’t buy into the cultural myths that say you have to go to college, get married, have a child or achieve success at a certain age. Julia Child published her famous book “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” at 49; nine months later she launched her career in television. Frank McCourt didn’t even begin writing Angela’s Ashes until he was 64; he also got married around the same time.
Some of us are late bloomers and slow learners. Who cares how long it takes? Dreams don’t have an expiration date; it’s never too late to be the person you always wanted to be. It’s taken me a long time to finally be where I am but I don’t regret any of the detours and delays; it’s all been part of the journey. In fact, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Virginia Bell (Read Full Post)