Hubby was out of town this weekend, so I went to dinner with some girlfriends. We talked about many things, but the topic we spent the most time on was the realization life is too short. It was interesting to see how our stories were all similar...reaching that point in your life where you just don't sweat the small stuff. We all cherish the moments of free time we have and spend more time at home than we once did working our way up the corporate ladder. Then it dawned on me that we all are about the same age...is this something that is just built into each of us? That "age" when body parts start to fall, but our spirits rise up to touch the sky?
Cleaning my studio this afternoon, this picture fell out of a book. It was from a class I once took from Karen Michel. It made me stop and think again about our conversation last night... "The Purpose of Your Life." Fitting...something to tink about...
3 comments:
amen! when i turned 40 it was as if i shed a very heavy coat that carried all the ridiculously unnecessary anxiousness of my youth. i'm not quite ready to go streaking but i surely didn't need that coat! the small stuff just doesn't matter and the big stuff is easier to sail through with a few more years under my belt...or maybe it's just that i can't remember everything as well so i forget to be worried. :0)
What a poignant post and beautiful piece of artwork. Life is definitely too short--embracing the important moments--the ones that matter--will allow us to look back without regrets, but with gratefulness.
So glad we met!
Susan
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