For the last few years, I’ve been experiencing a massive burst of creative energy. So much so, that I sometimes have trouble keeping up with all of the ideas swirling around in my brain. (It’s true … some days, my physical energy just isn’t what it used to be. It’s very subtle but yeah, it’s there. Dang.)
But ever since my nest emptied and it was clear my kids were all fully launched into their adult lives, I’ve discovered all kinds of things I want to do. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t some kind of martyr mom who spent twenty years sacrificing. No, while up to my neck in the child-rearing years, I always kept a close eye on balancing their needs with my own. However, as every mother understands, when there is a short end of the stick, we know who will be holding it.
Now I have the time I need to fully engage my creative self and I’m having a real go go!
But my motivation is about more than just the extra time I have to fully explore ideas. I am also acutely aware that the clock is ticking. I feel like I am living in a sort of magical decade – my sixties. While enjoying good health, I know the life I love could change in the blink of an eye if my health took a wrong turn. That’s the reality of aging.
Do I sit around and worry about this possibility? No way! (Not only would that feel terrible, it would zap my energy.) Instead, I try to appreciate each and every day, work with the random aches and pains when they rear their ugly head, stay moving, and laugh whenever I possibly can.
So far so good!