Too Old to Die Young

            I recently had another birthday.  I am now officially too old to die young and I’ve resigned myself to missing a variety of experiences.

            I won’t be President of the United States and will never run for office, mainly because I’m not interested.  But it’s a relief to no longer wonder what it would be like to roam around the White House at night and sneak a nap on Lincoln’s bed.  And that recurring nightmare of being poorly dressed for the Inaugural Ball should cease.

            Rafting down the Amazon, climbing Mt. Everest, running with the bulls in Pamplona, snorkeling in the Barrier Reef, finishing the Boston Marathon, and skydiving won’t happen for me.  It’s a sure thing that I won’t go 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu.  I may, however, view these events on DVD while on my trusty exercise bike.

            The awards for a Grammy, an Emmy, and a Tony won’t be mine and poor old Oscar will have to go home with someone else.   Martin Scorsese and Tim Burton will remain unaware of my wonderful untapped acting ability; Brad Pitt and George Clooney will need another leading lady.   And, shucks, I won’t be auditioning to be the new Bond girl.  

             I won’t be the advertising face for Lady Clairol or Cover Girl. Pillsbury will not choose my recipe for its bake off, Publisher’s Clearing House won’t be writing me a check for two million dollars, and I won’t be able to imagine the feeling of winning the Vermont Lottery.  All Nobel prizes will go to someone else.

From the summit of 57 years I want to pass on some aging and aged thoughts that have proven true in my lifetime thus far.  If you pass up the deal of a lifetime because it is out of your reach financially, be prepared for an even better deal to come at just the right time.  Good things come to those who wait.

Sometimes you may have three equally great opportunities before you.  If you examine each choice and they come out the same, choose any.  You will grow in knowledge and experience on whatever road you walk and will end up exactly where you were meant to be.

Avoid ‘if only’.  You can get so consumed over what might have been that you will miss what is happening right in front of you now.  Embrace, grab, hold on to the life that you’ve been given and LIVE it honestly and with abandon.  You only get the one chance.

Think before you speak. Sticks and stones may break bones, but words bruise, sting, bite and become etched in the heart and memory.  Sadly, that’s why years after the fact some wounds still bleed.  In your relationships always speak encouragement into lives.  Being kind is always appropriate. 

Above all things, walk in forgiveness.  Forgive yourself; forgive others.  Don’t keep accounts of wrongs suffered and make it your aim to not cause suffering.  You’ll sleep better at night if you do.

As I begin my descent “over the hill”, I find that though the days are flying by I’m already beginning to move a little slower.  I’m saying “yes” to those things I’m meant to do, “no” to those things I’m not, and trying hard to know the difference.   And even if I’m officially too old to die young, I’m still young enough to create change.  In me. This year.