“Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.” ― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
I’ve had a lot of folks in my life die lately. Too many. I’m tired of considering death. I’m tired of feeling the loss of people who I love – the spouses and partners and children who are left behind. I don’t fear the Reaper (so to speak) but I wish he’d take a break.
Enough already. I’m ready to live.
No waiting for me. I love travel and seeing the world and experiencing other cultures. I hike and bike and spend time in my own backyard. I am blessed with a career that gives me maximum flexibility to set my schedule and make my hours and it doesn’t matter where I live to do it. My husband and I move for a living (ok, so that’s not quite true, but we do move every couple of years; in order to make our living.)
When we moved to Manhattan in 2011 we made a decision that we would try to do as much as we could while we were there, because we knew we wouldn’t be there forever. And then 7 months ago we moved to the Hudson Valley – and now we are trying to “conquer” this area as well. We want to experience all that life has to offer while we are still young enough and healthy enough to enjoy it. And we will likely be moving again in 2014.
People live life fully in different ways. We travel and live an active life – hiking, biking, enjoying the blessingings of friends and family, drinking good wine. Other folks love to hunt or fish, do martial arts, paint or draw, write and speak, go to movies, walk their dogs. But we all have to find those things that give us joy, and then do them. Live life full out
As I’ve mentioned before, I turn 50 this year. I’ve likely lived more in the years that have past than years that I have left. But I plan to keep on living until I die.
If I think too far in the future, I get afraid – of illness, of diminished capacity, of death. So generally, I don’t think that far ahead.
But I was challenged to do that last evening by an acquaintance of mine Geradine Sweetman. Gerry invited me to become an “elderette.” As we spoke she shared how she loved to consider herself and her friends as “wise older women.” The word “crone” has far too many negative connotations, so she’s come up with “elderette.” It sounds sassy and a bit sexy and very energetic – a lot like a 60’s girl group — not unlike the Supremes. Who doesn’t want to be Diana Ross in their older age?
So let Gerry and I know if you want to join the party. And it will be a party. Bring your wisdom, your experience and your love. And your music. What would a party be without music?
But leave your fear at home.