I’ve been thinking about this the last couple of days…
What does it mean to come face to face with your own mortality? I haven’t been having problems lately, but my son-in-law is facing heart surgery next week–a double by-pass. Granted, he’s about a year and a half older than my husband (and that’s a whole ‘nother story!), but it still makes you stop and think.
At one point, it seemed like life stretched on forever before me. There was plenty of time to do everything I thought I wanted to. Now? Well, there are fewer years ahead–a lot fewer…and still a lot of things that I’ve never gotten around to doing.
So…do I try to cram them all into the years I have left? I don’t think I can! So which ones are top priority? Which ones are dreams that I’ve put off, thinking “Well, I’ve got plenty of time to pursue that”?
Am I too old to pursue them? I don’t think so…after all, Grandma Moses didn’t start painting until she was in her 80s! So age isn’t the issue.
I suppose in some ways fear is. Fear that I don’t have time to practice…fear that I’ve waited too long…that I’m not good enough…
But there’s also the flip side. I’m old enough that in a lot of ways I don’t really care what others think… And sometimes age has the added plus of folks saying, “Wow! If she can do that at her age, so can I!”
I’m still working–at a job I mostly enjoy. So I guess the question really is “What do I want to take the time to focus on in my spare time?”
Issues that bring you face-to-face with your own mortality have a way of helping to bring things into focus!