Heading off to my regular 9-5 job the other day, a song came on the radio about what the singer was going to do with his next 30 years. What an interesting thought. Being in middle age, I, like the singer, used to think the age I am now was old – until I found myself with this number – heck it’s not close to being old!!
In 30 years I’ll be in my 70s??? Wow, is that old! But wait, it doesn’t have to be. I don’t think I’ll be ready to hang up my hiking sneakers and dive gear and take up knitting.
So, what do I want to do with my next 30 or 40 years? Well, I’m still working that one out. I do know I want to make sure, when I do have to hang up my active life for something a bit more sedentary, that I have lived a whole life full of memories that I can mull over until the end of my days or memories. I want to have lots of events and good times to keep me smiling and feeling as if I had not wasted a second.
So as I find myself, driving to work, thinking about those rocking chair days, I think, there are things I will need to do today, to make my days worth remembering and reliving…and driving to work each day just doesn’t seem like it. I continue to develop the life worth recounting, a life where I do not just survive, but thrive. This is the journey I will continue to write about here, I hope you’ll come along for the ride and share a thought or two of your own.
When you look back 30 years, are you happy where you have arrived? What do you want to do with your next 30 years?