Tomorrow
is
my birthday.
Decades declare milestones.
At certain ages
there can be
the realization
that there are fewer
years ahead
than
already lived.
Mid-life
it is called.
Demographers
and cultural observers
now offer
more gradations than
young,
middle aged
and old.
Early middle age,
middle age
late middle age.
At what point
does your category
become early old age?
Are you in
middle old age
and when
really old age?
For some,
lifespans
extend into the ninth and
even tenth decade.
When Social Security
was made available
at 65,
people weren’t
expected to live
much beyond that.
For some,
there can be
many decades
beyond
that mark.
How to live
these years,
whatever they are called?
Wisdom
offers
the suggestion
to shed
as we age.
Things,
images of ourself,
expectations,
hopes,
dreams,
disappointments.
Shedding
seems to say
that
growth stops
at some point.
Adults
we are.
Approaching
this birthday,
I am beginning
to understand
that letting go
is a better perspective
of what no longer
serves me.
Traveling
lighter,
I
hope
I
am
Growing
Into
Older
Age.
Learning,
growing.
Shifting gears,
slows me
to follow
the Inner Light
to savor
each moment,
each friend,
loved one
and stranger.
Sometimes the
Light
offers
a clear path.
Sometimes
intuition
brings
me on the path
I cannot
see
in this moment.