As summer turns to fall, many of us are reminded of our youth, when September meant going back to classes and setting goals for the new school year. Even though our classroom days are mostly in the past, developing new ambitions every few months is a great idea.
“Much of what we acquire in life isn’t worth dragging to the next leg of our journey,” writes Gina Greenlee in Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road. “Travel light,” she adds. “You will be better equipped to travel far.”
As we age, it’s easy to sit back and leave it to others to make the world around us an interesting place to live. In reality, though, inspiring ourselves and creating our own stimulation can mean the difference between a humdrum existence and a lovely life.
If you’re like me, the phrase “I’m sorry” makes regular appearances in your conversations. I say it when I’m late, when I feel embarrassed, when someone tells me they feel sad about something.
Most of us have spent our lives learning.
We went to school, we had role models and we discovered many things simply by doing and stumbling and doing again. We have learned from our friends, our parents, our spouses and partners and our children.
If you’re like me, life seems perfect when there is a manageable routine. I’m not a stick-in-the-mud, but I like it when I can plan ahead, when I know how my day is going to go and when I feel confident about the tasks on my to-do list.
But the longer I enjoy my ventures in the land of retirement, the more I’m also learning to value the unexpected.
For the last year or so, I’ve been a little scattered with a few too many things on my plate and I let my overall fitness suffer. So, getting back into shape was definitely on my to-do list this year.
Whether we need to tell our adult children that we’ve started dating, or our best friend confides in us that she has been diagnosed with cancer, we often find ourselves in the midst of a difficult conversation.
I went on my first diet when I was 14. I had been a gymnast and a diver when I was younger, and as I slipped into the more sedentary life of a teenager – and my body entered puberty – I started worrying that I weighed too much.