Redefined by Time
I retired - youngish - and am on the second month without the confines of work. Time is spent exploring what I want from life. Through this exciting exploration, I am haunted by negative remarks about my own potential, such as, "A zebra doesn't change his stripes" and "admit it, you are too old to change"! These feel like roadblocks in my quest to do exactly that - change and grow and challenge myself. Way hidden in the depths of my soul, I believe those quotes, and am struggling to break free of their pointed deletion of a person's potential when they reach a certain age; 62 in my case.
Dreaming is what I do... spending captured time musing about what could be and how I would play a role in this dream. I have accomplished a few things in my life; am open to change; forgive the lost opportunities of the past, and focusing on what is to be in the future. ...and yet, those quotes get me in the gut. Am I fooling myself into thinking I'll grow and try something significant, at my "advanced" age?
So, to prepare for this phase of living, yes living, I took a blogging class at Interlochen Fine Arts Camp in Michigan, where, among other teachings, we began new blogs - mine being The Barefoot Norwegian.
So, I tore our small galley kitchen apart, chose calming new colors, and proceeded to sand, paint, toss and create a pleasant and peaceful place to create meals.
So, I am taking a class with a life coach, where we not only discuss our hopes and blocks, we are creating steps to moving, or redefining ourselves, from this point forward. I'm the oldest in this class of accomplished women, but also know I'm an equal in life and excited to see where this stage of retirement will lead me.