Do you ever find yourself searching the internet for something and wind up going in a totally different direction, forgetting what you were looking for in the first place? That’s exactly what happend to me the other day. One minute I’m looking for a salad recipe and the next minute, I’m reading an article about aging. Talk about your downward spirals.
Anyway, the article opined that you may be getting old if you think a retirement village in Florida sounds like fun.
My first thought was, “Who are you calling old?”
My second though was, “What’s so wrong with a retirement village in Florida?”
The more I thought about it, a charming island bungalow, or maybe a condo with all the amenities and none of the upkeep was sounding better and better. As long it came with an unobstructed view of the ocean, I wasn’t going to complain.
That’s when it occurred to me. Maybe I am getting old. Maybe yearning for a new life at the retirement village is the first step on the journey to cratchety old lady. You know, the one who spends her day in her rocking chair, pining for the good ol’ days and screaming at the younger generation as they walk by:
“Get off my sand!”
Yikes! That didn’t seem like the right attitude for an elderly lady living at the beach! And it certainly wasn’t how I wanted my future to play out. The future I wanted was highlighted by social hours around the pool, fruity drinks with little umbrellas, and jazz music.
It was a great reminder that while there are plenty of things I can’t control about the future, I can control how I step into it.
The same goes for all of us. The attitudes we embrace, the values we live by, the activities we engage in ultimately mark the difference between a life that’s regrettable (cratchety old lady) and a life that’s remarkable (complete with little umbrellas in the drinks). Every day we’re alive is a day we get to choose our path.
What future are you building?
Until next time,