I’ve always had an odd tendency to think of myself as older than I am. If someone asks me my age, I’ve noticed my response is, “I’ll be 57 this year”, or if it’s about my sons, I’ll give their ages as “Going to be….” This didn’t really bother me until the other day I said to Jack, “Now that I’m pushing 60…”
Well, I am currently 56, and while I have no problem with turning 60, it is more than 3 years away, and the thought that I am soon entering my 6th decade, makes me feel anxious about time…like I need to rush to accomplish something before my time runs out,…. and this is not a comforting thought.
So I’ve been affirming, over the past few days, “There is plenty of time. I do not need to make anything happen. Life is unfolding perfectly and I am a part of Life.” I was feeling very good (and unrushed) the other day as I petted Fred and noticed that he had a black whisker. I couldn’t believe it….such a small little thing, but one that I hadn’t seen before. I’ve looked at, kissed, and petted his head for 7 years without seeing the one black whisker.
This made me pause and think about what other things I might be missing by rushing (mentally and sometimes physically) to the next moment, the next project (before this one is barely started), the next house, town, stage of life…it doesn’t really matter what it is, if I’m not present, I’m missing out on my life which can never be anyplace but where I am right now. What little thing (that makes you smile) will you notice this weekend?
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished“. Lao Tzu
One of my favorite songs “Time for Living” by the Association is in the link below,