A friend refers to my age as, “The wrong side of 50.” I’m closer to retirement (or worse) than I am to college. I can think of only one friend that has a father still living. Of those that have moms still alive most are at an age where leaving the house is an adventure. So I wonder if the resolutions I make this year should be different than those of previous years.
There are key areas to focus on—save and simplify, live and enjoy, grow and improve. Retirement, if it comes, will be a challenge. Wisdom and financial gurus tell us to have a sizeable chunk of change in the bank. This is cause for anxiety. Life has thrown me a number of curves which drastically impacted savings. Still one flesh always wants more, more and more. The calmer voice of the spirit tells one to slow down and simplify.
Life is less about accomplishing things. I’m in the season of enjoying things. More free time is important. I want to enjoy friends more. I want to sit out on my wood porch and read. This life season will be one of simplification.
There is a tension in setting these goals. I want to live a great story. I wish to explore and travel with my wife. The saving of money and the simple lifestyle slam up against these other goals and pull in two directions. The setting of goals helps in making judgments.
There is a constant wrestling. For in sitting on my porch and reading I enjoy a glass of wine or cup of coffee. These beverages enhance my enjoyment of life but impact my pocketbook---tension again.
My father grew sedentary after retirement. This is what killed him. Some goals shouldn’t change. I will continue to bicycle even seeking to improve my speed. I will do at least one 75 miler. I will discover new music. I will try new restaurants. I will celebrate travel with my wife. I will keep moving.
I’ve finished the hors d’oeuvres and I’m into the main course. I’m going to savor and enjoy it before desert comes. Then I’ll excuse myself and go for a walk.
“We are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”