Envisioning the future of my work at 63 years of age is a whole different ballgame than imagining my creative future at 23 or even 53. I am aware of an urgency driving my desires and actions and a voice a little louder each time saying, “If not now, when?” Both the urgency and the voice are helpful. They entreat me to drop the negative “what if?”s and wearying doubt and encourage me instead to DO THE WORK. Which is really what the bottom line is for me. I am hoping for at least five more years of doing more of the same: to get people coached, inspired, moved along in their chosen fields of dreams. And after that, at least five more years: to find the playwright who has written the play I’ve been waiting my whole life to direct, to collaborate with a menagerie of artists on spectacular projects in unexpected places, to dance with my buds in the dirt, on the beach, on hallowed ground. And then after that, at least five more: to do things I can’t even imagine not having done by then.
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Old is always fifteen years older than we are. At 95, old will be 110. So at this rate, five year bundles will never end, we’ll never get old, and if we do have to eventually cash in, we’ll simply reinvent ourselves in the afterlife. Tenacious, ain’t we ;-)
You remind me of why aging is so exciting – it ups the ante, the urgency all the time. In seizing the moment you inspire others every day. I hope to have the privilege to witness the process unfold over the next five years…
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Tenacious indeed!
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Thanks, Anna. It is exciting.