What's Still Possible at 62

Spark #357 - The answers were quieter, deeper, and fiercer than expected

I turned 62 last month.

Birthdays used to send me into fixing mode. The list of what to improve. What I’d finally get serious about.

This year I took off for the woods with my first cup of coffee. Bare feet on the cold ground, the mug warm in both hands.

I stood there reflecting.

Instead of what’s wrong with me, or what goals I should set, I asked myself what was still possible.

I was determined to get under the small stuff. The next income stream. The same old five pounds.

I wanted to go somewhere bigger. The place that makes me sweat. The idea I keep hidden.

And I found it. My chest tightened. My breath quickened. That’s what happens when I get close to the truth.

So I stayed with it.
I kept asking. I let my imagination go wild.
What is possible for me at 62.

The answers came through softly.
Different now than at 52 or 42.
Quieter and deeper.
Fiercer than I expected.
And they are mine.

You have answers like that too.
Maybe it’s been a while since you asked.