Finding the Worthwhile When You're Over 60
My hometown is a beautiful place, to the west are the majestic
Rocky Mountains, it is found in the rolling foothills and provides us with 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 opened recently, 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?
