Don’t Take it for Granted

The years teach much which the days never knew.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

As we grow old, a wisdom that comes with age pulses through our veins helping us tune into the life experiences that have combined to deliver us to this point in time. Though the shear number of candles may overwhelm our birthday cake, we are a summary of all that has happened to us over these years. As realists, we accept that we cannot go back to adjust the past but hopefully have learned to appreciate what we have had and remain optimistic about the future. For some, our golden years are in fact a time to let our natural coolness shine.

All seniors worthy of their white hair understand that things change and we need to go with the flow, take the good with the bad, grin and bear it, suck it up. We get it. Aging is what it is for better or worse, a road always taken. And to enjoy our journey to the max it helps if we focus on the positive, live in the moment, and be appreciative. In other words, don’t take it for granted.

It all used to be so easy

Not so very long ago we were young, strong, positive, quick, fearless, and happy. But an unexpected bump in the road lay ahead, a reality check that only those north of middle-age can relate to. We took it for granted that the way it was today is the way it would always be. Quickly we learned that the only thing constant is change! The reality is that only after weathering these events did we really understand what we had and appreciate what we now miss. If we learned anything, it is how easy the little things can be taken for granted.

Bending down to pick up a quarter using your knees or your back – in the “old days” it didn’t matter which option you chose since both worked!

I can see clearly now – a sign down the road quickly deciphered, a book held at a natural distance  rather than fully extended at arms length or touching the tip of your nose, clipping your nails without guessing just how close you are trimming, accurately identifying that distant furry creature as a cat, not a dog, blurry vision only experienced the day after a little overindulgence.

Music to my ears – ahh the joy of hearing clearly, understanding conversations without straining, responding to the first knock at the door rather than the third or fourth, TV at a volume that does not drive all other living creatures from the room, birds in the morning, breezes rattling  through branches at night.

Calm, peace of mind I think comes with age. As we survive we grow and little things that would peeve us are now just minor annoyances.  We  no longer feel the need to rush from place to place but instead savor the journey. Our senses need not be inundated with a constant stream of noise (aka music, news, etc.) as we are content in silence.

Appreciation – a thank you comes easily and naturally, we choose to praise rather than deride, sharp words are consciously dulled as we realize the impact what we say can have.

Are we automatically wiser due to our advanced age? Wishful thinking. Do we really know it all just because we are old? Not likely. Or have we just come to accept life’s little challenges as the nuisances they are, gnats in our garden that we do not obsess with. Acceptance of ourselves and the world around us is true wisdom.

What we cannot change we learn to accept and what we can change we strive to do so.

Most importantly all we have experienced we appreciate and the lives we are blessed to live we grow to accept.

Don’t take it for granted just take it!

 

On the road again

It is summer again and the great outdoors beckon with promises of new places, new people, and new vistas just begging to be experienced.  We seniors may not be capable of hiking Machu Picchu (although my wife is steadily dropping hints along those lines) or interested in enduring an African safari but there are options for every taste and fancy. Just Do It is our shared mantra as we retirees endeavor to live our lives to the fullest with a knowledge that the clock is ever ticking. And true to our evolving stubborn natures, we refuse to let little aches and pains of advancing years dominate our plans – influence a bit maybe but dictate NEVER!

So we begin by examining our handy atlas to identify the possibilities. Ocean or mountains? Near people or far from the writhing masses? Lots of things to see and do or just chill time? Close to home or via plane, train or bus? A familiar location with proven cuisine and service or some place not yet explored?

The options are many but these days there is something new that becomes part of the selection process.  As youthful adventurers, it was all about the location. Getting there was a forgone conclusion. Ten hours on a plane was taken for granted – no biggie. But as the years pass, it is no longer just about WHERE we choose to go but what is involved in getting there. The destination is sometimes only as beautiful as the road to get there!

Considerations of an aging road warrior

Let me know if your thought process does not go something like this as you contemplate options and plan your trip:

<>I accept that we have to fly to get there but how much time will we have to spend in the airport? If the flight is 3-4 hours and we are looking at 1.5 hours on the front end plus another 1.5 hours upon arrival by the time we find our luggage and get a rental car, is it worth it? Or with that much time spent in transit, should we go farther? How far do we need to journey to make it worth the time required to get there? I find the range is reducing all the time.

<> How big a suitcase do I need? I tend to run a bit cooler these days so even if we are going some place “warm” I will need to pack just in case the mercury drops. And I like my slippers at night so make room and of course my bathrobe that fits me so well. Short pants as well just in case. One nice shirt. Clothes to work out. Casual clothes. Casual but not too casual clothes. Hmm – I wonder if that suitcase is going to be big enough…

<>What books do I bring? Back to the packing challenge, what will I most likely be interested in reading when we arrive at our destination? I need something “mindless” for when I exercise and ride the bike; something involving nature/science as that is always intriguing; something thought provoking, a bit spiritual; something specific to our destination; an autobiography about someone famous or at least interesting; etc. I may need a second suitcase for books alone!

<> Checklist of things I cannot forget – medications, sunscreen, flashlight, bottle opener, dark glasses, reading glasses, drinking glasses, a few good wines (might not be able to find them wherever we arrive), belt, binoculars (its whale season pretty much somewhere all the time), camera, various munchie foods (pretzels, granola bars, rail mix, nuts, fruit)…anything else?

The days of spontaneity are a distant memory. If I don’t plan, I risk forgetting something and then mercy me where would I be?

Personally I look forward to my next trip where ever it may be. I know that I may travel a bit overburdened even over prepared but that works for me.

I can safely assume that upon my arrival I will fill a little plate of choice snacks, open my bottle of wine and pour it into a nice wine glass, break out my book du jour, don my slippers and bathrobe, and find a nice nook that overlooks the ocean or mountains or forest or stream or whatever. And it will be just fine.

Happy Trails!