In the moment – Growing Older
When I was young – and even when I was mature – I had quite the wrong idea about what it was like to be old. I thought it was just slower, everything a little less acute. Perhaps, too, I felt that grey hair was an indication of a greyer, less vivid experience of life.
Now I know that I move slowly because I have less energy; that hearing less well makes it harder to have a conversation in a roomful of chattering people; that my sense of smell has deteriorated.
And yet, I’m more joyful now than I’ve ever been.
Largely that’s because I know and accept who I am. It’s also because I have learned, at least to some extent, to live ‘in the moment’ – savouring the experience of life, whatever it is, moment by moment.
There are also blessings that are reserved for older people; grandchildren, plenty of time to reflect, leisure to spend with those you love.
So, although it’s been years since I could run upstairs, I can walk up them and read a bedtime story to my grandchildren.
Although I can’t smell the coffee in the morning, I don’t have to rush off to work. I sit with my wife over breakfast and enjoy her company.
I’m no longer the fastest to solve problems and learn new skills, but I can quarry my experience for memories and images, wisdom that I can share with others.
I no longer have the responsibility and status of working as a manager, but I have time for the privilege and joy of sharing love with my friends.
And as for ‘a less vivid experience of life’ – nothing of the sort! Life is great!