I have been thinking a lot about Dreams and Hopes this past year and when my Six Words just presented themselves last Saturday through my finger tips to my keyboard I knew it was time to stop ignoring this nagging post inside my head, and to get on with it. It’s been here for some time waiting in my drafts. I had started it, worked it, walked away, worked it some more. Wadded it up and trashed it, came back, I started again…. you get my drift.
I find I am really curious about, and wondering (out loud here ) if there is some unwritten rule or law of the lands that informs us when people reach a certain age (no clue) all dreams and hopes must be stifled. Shut down. I don’t know of one actual law or rule of course but it’s there, unspoken. I wonder too if it varies by culture. But we do it. I do it. I’ve been there. Reaching that un-disclosed age when I realize it’s all been put away in a back closet, “the could have beens.” Is it a middle age thing that we all feel? Some regret? I do.
When did we give up on our own hopes and dreams? Why do we turn our back on our bucket list when there are so may years left to feed our souls?
I have to ask myself why?
Why is it the age of 55 is being considered a senior citizen? Really? What then do we say when we refer to my dear friend of mine who is 87 years young and can walk circles around me? She certainly has not given up on one dream, maybe altered them, but give up? No way! What do I say her generation?
One day that age number was an important gauge – today it is clearly outdated. I’ve never reconciled with 55 being what I feel, or 57. I forget.
When it comes to packing up dreams I certainly am no exception to this law or this unwritten rule. The idea that at some point in my middle years I should abandon all my hope and dreams was something I have long wrestled with. I did not want to give anything up. And I don’t do age specific. But the law grabbed me, I was not to be exempt.
All this soul talk has caused me to be aware of some sage wisdom. (I know.. late bloomer.) Living inside just today. It’s a hard concept I know. Yet I am not letting anything stop me from having my dreams and hopes for them to become realities anymore. Mountains Get Outta My Way.
Throwing that age number out the window, and grabbing the ring from the carousel again – not allowing anything but myself stop me from living in the now. Letting go of the past and its hold on me with its tight grip, saying so long for now to my future, she’s not going anywhere without me.
Living inside of today. Looking at my Dreams & Hopes for today. Dreams & a bucket list, why build one I asked myself if your intentions were to put them in a box in the back closet.?
Live inside today, not yesterday, not tomorrow,
I also am finding that I am not 55, or 57 if I live just for today.
I am ageless.
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