Daily Dose #171
1/8/13
Time
Flies
Somewhere
in the last week or so a new year crept up on me and slipped on into its second
week. Where does the time go? I've been privileged to have several friends
hit their sixties before me, so I saw the symptoms and read the signs before I
got here, but that didn't lessen the hit much.
There's a unique type of melancholy which often strikes folks my age
when the spiritual growth spurt we began in our 40s crosses into our 60s. In some ways, it's not unlike that year we
crossed over into understanding the truth about Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy,
and the Easter Bunny.
To
one degree or another, it boils down to recognizing a bigger spiritual picture
and not only wondering how different we might have acted had we understood
sooner, but coming to grips with all the nasty ramifications of our best
intentions of youth. Of course, some
people seem totally devoid of best intentions, but I wasn't one of them, so the
shame and the guilt tended to begin piling up around age sixty. But, as with every other period in my
life--in fact every day, hour, and minute of my life--I get to choose what I'll
focus on in this Now.
Today
I choose to forgive myself for being a human who lived a somewhat slower
learning curve than I might have wished for, and I will gratefully celebrate
every penguin step I took that got me to today.
