People often complain about air travel and having to arrive two hours early for an international flight. The long check-in lines and going through immigration and security can be tedious.
Ten years ago, five floors up in a Mumbai apartment, a sari clad palm reader told me I’d work until I was 78. That still suits me fine since I don’t have ‘retirement’ either in my bank account or my vocabulary. I’m one of the lucky ones that loves working and can’t imagine living without this passion that daily spurs me on.
The rice paddies that stretch out from the house are flooded now, reflecting the sky with big puff-ball clouds that turn pink, then orange, then white as the morning sun rises.
The 2017 Ubud Writers and Readers Festival just finished here in Bali. It’s an exciting annual event that brings in authors from around the world, inspiring audiences with new ideas, current events and touching stories.
My life is passing before my eyes. And yet I’m healthy and vibrant, full of energy, enthusiasm and lots of gratitude. So what’s going on?
My great-aunt Esther, who lived to be 89, often lamented, “If I’d known I was going to live this long, I would have recovered my chairs 20 years ago!” That expression has inspired me to live my dreams now, whether the dream is to get a pedicure, go on a trip, or build a new home.
A few years ago, I made a vow to get out of my comfort zone. I was in my late 60s and had been observing a close friend so ensconced in her routine that if anything went slightly awry she became completely undone.
When I arrived at the gym, the electricity had been off for three hours. The treadmills were idle, and only people-powered-machines were raising heart rates.