Thursday, May 17, 2018

Finding the Worthwhile When You’re Over 60



Finding the Worthwhile When You're Over 60

My hometown is a beautiful place, to the west the majestic Rocky Mountains, it is found in the rolling foothills and provides spectacular sunsets. In spite of the downturn in oil prices, Calgarians are generous. The Food Bank is hosted by committed volunteers, the New Public Library is scheduled to open in the Fall 2018, there are a lot of things happening. Donations, financial and otherwise reach gigantic unheard-of numbers during personal catastrophes and weather related disasters.

It continues to be a land of plenty, regardless of the levelling of the economy. People might complain about the gas prices this week, but no-one says they’re giving up their SUV or gawd forbid choose to carpool.

It is a city still justifying itself however in many ways. The beautiful fashionable people grace the covers of some pretty home-grown publications. I too have been known to pick one up because they are just too darn cute to resist. The pages are filled with overabundance and showy wedding profiles. Everyone is special.

But now here is the difficult part… I am no longer 20 or 30 or even 50. I flow in a direction and have not a thing to prove, so sparkly things can only hold my attention just that long. The glossy curls I had, the freckled hands that have appeared in spite of dedication to eating colourful vegetables and working out several times a week are Me. And I still have dreams, goals to accomplish and much to learn.

And I continue to seek the Worthwhile.

Where is the publication for me? To bury myself in, ponder and cherish? Where are the words that make me laugh, make me think, make me create?

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Forgotten?

Today May 9







March

And of course this makes me wonder...what might I have forgotten? What have you forgotten?

This year is almost half over. What were our goals six months ago? What dreams did we have in January? What plans have we forgotten and discarded? Have we worked at unlocking what has held us back? Do we need to find a new goal?

A bike that I see most mornings keeps reminding me of the passing of time. (Tweet This)

Have we worked at unlocking what has held us back? (Tweet This)

Monday, April 30, 2018

Glenmore Reservoir Dreamer


Glenmore Reservoir Dreamer Pixabay Courtesy dimitrisvetsikas1969

It was a walking day of children. Their enthusiasm finally set free after a long winter which still showed piles of hard dirty mounds of snow in hidden places.

Little ones trying out their new training wheels, a boy holding a leaning ice cream cone, girls who refused to get out of their floral dresses twirling on the path.

There was still ice on the reservoir, the wind blowing off that giant ice-cube felt good under the scorching sun. Odd to see frozen ice while you are wearing shorts and running shoes. (Even if it is Calgary) The mountains in the distance had snow on them but the Canada Geese had found what looked like a thawing stream to shake their legs.

And then the conversations! No hats or scarves, no one bundled up anymore, spring has arrived. Happy voices carried a long way. A perfect day for a writer walking away towards a story. (Tweet This)

His helmet sat perfectly on his head, the strap still attached at the neck while he and his Mom sat on a park bench and ate the treat they had packed. He had unwrapped the waxed paper and bit and talked, bit and talked as I approached them. And then the most glorious words, said with such joy. He was maybe seven.


How could such enthusiasm not be appreciated? It didn’t matter what he was referring to. I didn’t need to hear any more of the conversation (although I was tempted). He was uninhibited, he was exuberant, he was a dreamer! And my goodness, he had waited his “whole life”!

Yes, maybe he was seven years old. 

How long have most of us been waiting to dream? Do it! Do it Now! Listen to that little sitting guy whose feet did not even reach the ground. 

Don’t wait your whole life.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Red Car on the Horizon


Coutesy Pixabay - thanks MaxWaidhas

There are many of us who like to keep the destination in mind. There is always a red car on the horizon in our lives. It gives us something to work towards, a goal to head to, and a reason to keep doing what we're doing.

I know that it is contrary thinking in this age when there is much discussion of “enjoying the journey” and being present which I often write about here. However through my years of experience, I believe that a person can have a destination in mind and still enjoy the view getting there. (Tweet This)

For those of us destination seekers reading this, I think that you will agree.

    • If your intention is to earn a number of degrees, you might have to give up at least the occasional pub night. 
    • If you want to run a marathon, you likely will have to tie up your running shoes even when you don’t feel like it.
    • No one became honestly rich, without sacrificing something else, especially your ego.
    • And we certainly can't stay healthy with a recipe of consistent TV binge watching accompanied with pepperoni pizza.It just doesn’t work that way, at least in my life.

I remember being a young teenager when I was questioned about what my plan was for the future. It was answered with some disdain by a relative that all I wanted was to be “happy”. I remember thinking in that moment, but that’s a good answer! I’m not certain why it was perceived as a problem, or whether my relative had any understanding of what a monumental task that is in each person’s life. A life’s practise for sure.

If happiness is our goal through the ups and downs, the straight roads, the curves, the detours and someone can still smile, is that wrong? Does that mean that they missed out on something? I think not. Destination and journey can all be rolled into one.

Red Car on the Horizon

The most well-adjusted folks that I’ve had the privilege of knowing are not the ones who have had an uneventful life. They may
have paid with tears, heartache, loneliness and despair but they have always held on to the golden nugget of their hearts. They have given up a lot of dreams yet they maintain seeing what is to come with optimism.

These folks have gone with the proverbial “flow” not knowing where they were being carried. They didn’t know what the journey would bring, but they did know that it would somehow work out, that they would be alright. Because they had a destination in mind.

When we are travelling down the road to whatever goal is on the horizon, keep an eye out for the happy ones. They have a lot to teach us.

They are the ones who see the swooping of the first kite in Spring and smile at the fluttering robin on a bare branch. Happy people always have their eyes ahead. Looking for the red car on the horizon. (Tweet This)




Thursday, April 12, 2018

Heap of Mish-Mash



Life in complicated and messy. It can really tear us apart.

I’m referring to how we manage what we are dealt with and the lives of those around us. We've learned how to pretend, hide and camouflage for the most part. We manage. Although at times, We can feel that life is dealing an unfair hand and someone is pointing a finger at us from above. Picking on us. (Tweet This)

Disabled spouse, death, concussions and depression. I know a family dealing with all this right now. And they are falling apart. Something has to give and they don’t know what. How do you hold together the strands of  “normal” when everything is a mess?

Heap of Mish-Mash

A four year old and I were recently talking about the word “tangled”. She asked me to explain, and I reached for examples that I felt that she would understand. Her hair after a bath, a knot that wouldn’t come out in her shoe lace, but still she questioned me as to what I meant.

You mean when “things are just a mish-mash?” she asked. Yes, I said.

It’s hard to explain to a little person how our lives get tangled with other people’s (ask anyone going through a divorce). How an extended family can appear to be well while sitting around a dining room table, but you still worry that night why one of yours was so quiet that day.

And then you add the mish-mash of unexpected and unwanted incidents. Oh, how they can confuse us and throw our days and dreams into a tangled pile.

Untangling these times involves focus, dedication, trust in others, patience, and self-care. It is not easy. But the day will come when the mish-mash will subside and we will be stronger and able to help someone else when it’s their turn.