It happens this way …
I’ve been in love with the dancer/choreographer Twyla Tharp ever since I read her book The Creative Habit, Learn it and Use It for Life years ago. The notion that creativity is both a habit and “a full-time job with its own daily patterns” has delighted me ever since.
And so did what the 78-year-old Twyla recently said about aging: “One should be able to wake up every morning at age 75 and think anything is possible.”
This morning I woke up and found myself 75-years-old for the first and last time in this lifetime.
That’s three quarters of a century, 8 ½ decades, four score minus five, 900 months, 3600 weeks, 27,375 days — give or take five-week months and leap years.
To be truthful, I’ve always hated my birthday – not that I fear aging; I embrace it as a gift – but because of a contradictory impulse. On one hand, I didn’t want the attention that comes with a birthday; on the other, I’m disappointed that few people know or remember. Old silly baggage for sure!
So at this ¾ of a century mark, I’m changing my birthday-attitude and practicing waking up each morning — from this moment until I ascend to the Great Beyond – with one question: What’s possible today? I can’t wait to find the answers.
As for you young ones out there who are already wise beyond your years, you won’t wait until you’re 75 to do this. You already know that any age is the perfect time to discover your possibilities. Here’s to birthing them every waking morning for the rest of your lives.
Barbara E Berger
Happy birthday, dear Carolyn!
Thanks so much, BEB!
Kathleen Cassen Mickelson
Happy, happy birthday, Carolyn! Waking up to possibility is a wonderful thing. Wishing you joy, wonder, and love.
Bernadette aka Chum
And the best is yet to come, Chum.
Nature’s middle name is possibilities!
Happy, Happy Birthday, love this philosophy!!