I sit here staring out my bedroom window at the bare trees swaying in a cold wind that foretells winter.
Rather than fret about the upcoming snow and ice and down-to-bone bitterness, I’m surprised by how peaceful I feel with the changing season.
After all, I’m not a big fan of winter.
But this morning I can tell that something new has taken hold. I’m learning to embrace life, to accept rather than resist.
God knows I’ve spent so much time and energy resisting.
Bracing for a showdown.
Not as much anymore. As I sit here contemplating my life, I have such appreciation for the gift of experience – our greatest teacher.
With enough years under my belt, I realize that so many of the things I used to worry about no longer hold the same weight. Every rejection really is God’s protection, for instance, so today I know that the friend who chose a different path, or the highly anticipated project that fell through, was simply life’s way of steering me toward something better.
I’m also grateful to have amassed enough history to remember that 95% of the worst-case scenario movies I produced in my head never hit the big screen of life. I’ve learned to catch myself in preproduction and change the storyline.
It feels good to notice these changes, to name the benefits of growing older. Because there are many – a rock-solid trust in intuition, a wise discernment about people and opportunities, and the ease with which the word “no” tumbles from my lips.
Yes, saying no really does get a lot easier with age.
So this morning, once again, I sing the praises of conscious aging because I think it’s an important message. In a culture that constantly invites us to drink from the fountain of youth, I’m happy to sip from the reservoir of experience.
This Week's Video
This week’s video is a sweet story about art, age and puppets. You can watch it here. Thanks, Maryann!