I’ll be 53 this month. I have no idea how that happened. I remember when my grandma told me she was 55 and I thought that was incredibly old. Now that 55 is creeping up on me, I’m looking at it from a whole new perspective.
The year that I turned 50 I made a list of 50 things that I wanted to do in my 50th year. While I did accomplish many of them, I let life get in the way and eventually the list got buried under all the “have to do’s” and “better do’s” and “people will freak out if you don’t do’s”.
If I were to be completely honest with myself, I would have to admit that I stopped trying to do the things on my list because I felt selfish. I fell back into the trap of thinking that it was self-centered of me to want things. To want to travel for pleasure, buy new shoes just because, to wander aimlessly up the coast, to eat an amazing meal at an out-of-the-way eatery.
The past couple of years I would think about my list and think “some day”. Then, on the 1st of February, I got word that a friend of mine had died, and I came to the realization that tomorrow is never guaranteed and that some day needs to be now. That embracing the gift of life I’ve been given isn’t selfish at all. It’s the greatest way that I can show appreciation for the life I have been blessed with. That it’s my responsibility – to do more than exist.
So, after my son reminded me of my old list, I pulled out a sheet of paper and started a new list. 53 things in my 53rd year. I laugh at the mix of things that are on it. Nothing earth shattering or record-setting. In-fact, probably pretty mundane things in many people’s lives. But I smile when I look at it, and I get excited thinking of the challenge of crossing every one of them off the list before my 54th year.
Looking forward to 53 with an open mind and joyful heart,