45 – to be able to see the arc of life behind, & the arc of life ahead, to one’s own passing
How full & rich these past 45 years have been. What fullness & richness lie ahead!
And there is an end, there will be an ending, to this life.
How have I filled it?
How do I intend to continue to fill it?
Each second passes, each minute, and I make my choices.
This birthday weekend, Ari has offered to be my ‘humble servant’; _I_ design this weekend.
I look at my life
at how I/we have designed it
at the adventures & nourishing times we’re already in
at the rhythm of our ordinary
and I realize I simply want what is already here
and this is a sweet knowingness.
45 is old enough to have seen and known some things,
to know the grass is not greener elsewhere,
to know the extraordinary
is right here
in the ordinary.
45 is young enough to still be adventuring
into new terrain
new splish-splashy puddles!
And, actually, I guess 😉
45 is not unlike any other age
with some arc behind
some arc ahead