Curves at 65

What I like best about the image I chose for today is all its curves. Real life isn’t ever linear, Beloved. It comes with curves. After all, it’s the curves in a road that allow us to be surprised when we go around them.

A life lived for sixty-five years — mine, as of today — comes with a lot of curves. A lot. Here’s what I know for sure, to borrow from Oprah:

No matter what curves I encounter in life — those I deliberately seek and those that ambush me with surprise, delight, or horror — I am always and forever able to navigate them because … all the resources I need are within me.

That’s right. All the resources I need are within me, and all the resources you need are within you. Maybe it takes sixty-five years to be certain of this, but wow, once you are … amazing.

Essentially, fear falls away. Doubt falls away. Comparing falls away. Complaint falls away. Waiting falls away (and weighting, too). Efforting falls away. All the things and behaviors that pull us out of our own nascent integrity — inborn wholeness.

There are a lot of reasons that I shouldn’t have lived this long, but I have. As Mary Engelbreit’s whimsical image says, “I plan to live forever. So far, so good.” I don’t plan to live forever, but I’m at least good till one hundred.

You in?