If I could go back in time I would…
If I was younger I would…
If I could start all over I would….
Fill in the blanks however you want, but whatever your blanks are, why are you not working towards them?
We might be a bit older, but we are surely not dead.
We use our age as the greatest crutch in the world.
I can’t run that marathon, maybe twenty years ago, but not now.
I can’t go back to school, an old dog can’t learn new tricks and my other obligations will not allow the time for it.
I can’t get divorced, dating at my age sounds worse than my not-so-good marriage and I might end up even unhappier than I am right now.
Is your current state providing you so much comfort that you are not willing to put in the energy for positive change?
We have so much potential within ourselves, which we allow to remain dormant for years, or even forever, because we just cannot fathom putting in the energy at this age.
I use to always want to be a writer.
I did not realize that all I had to was write; I had made it much more complicated within the confines of my mind. I wrote in journals for years and years, but I never thought I was worthy or evolved enough to write for the world.
I thought I had to gain admission to some exclusive club.
Look at me, living out my childhood dream! It kind of seems silly how intimidated I was of something that I do almost everyday now. Am I moving mountains? No, but I have overcome something monumental within myself and it only gave me the momentum to keep seeing what else I have been holding myself back from attaining.
I always wanted to go back to school, to do my Masters.
I kept waiting for someone to tell me to do it. I was waiting for someone to grant me permission, that I was wise enough to go back to school. I finally stopped waiting for the green light and just took off; I will be done my Masters in December.
The time rolled on, but instead of rolling with the waves, I controlled my course, in the direction of my goals.
We spend a lot of time waiting. Waiting until we are wiser, smarter, financially secure or more emotionally stable.
Eventually, while we are waiting for our perfect self to show up, we become ‘too old’ for what we wanted.
We become sedentary in our ways, comfortable with our routine and scared of being scared.
As someone who is now closer to forty than I am to twenty, I am really starting to challenge what I am scared of and why.
Embrace the getting older because the older we get, the less of shit we tend to give or at least should give.
Why not try it out? No one is looking at us oldies anyways…