Since I turned 49 on my birthday two weeks ago, I am now on the way to age 50. A half-century old, me?!? Not long ago 50 seemed really old, but not any more! Now it just seems like a number, the next number in the sequence that marks time. Honestly, I don’t feel any different from when I was 35. (Well, maybe my eyesight is not as good—I did just purchase progressive bifocals which, by the way, are THE BEST—and maybe my memory is not quite as sharp—I now have to make lists to keep up with my lists—but really those are not major problems when considering the whole of one’s life.)
However, I am encountering something of a dilemma, for which I need a creative solution. It all started with several friends focusing more time and energy on fitness. When one friend spent her fiftieth year training for and competing in a sprint triathlon—that’s .5 mile swim, 12.4 mile bike and 3.1 mile run, Yikes!—I started to panic. (Although I do walk on the treadmill every day, the other physical activities are just a few steps too far out of my comfort zone. I’m thinking the triathlons, sprint or otherwise, will just have to pass me by.) The questions started: What should I be doing in this year that will celebrate the milestone? What is it I want to accomplish so that I won’t have any regrets in the future? What is the one thing I want to do in my life that if I wait much longer I will not be able to complete it? But really, the most important question is one appropriate for EVERY age: What is God’s purpose for me in this year, and for this next half-century, and for today, and for this moment?
I’m continuing to consider the questions, and I’m open for suggestions………………………………………..
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How about doing something wild with your husband on a beach somewhere!
You are like wine and get better every year you get older.
Willis
I think you should meet Willis on the beach...frequently.
I had an idea that could involve the beach as well..will tell you in person.
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