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How’s your tread?

So I’m sitting in a tire and car repair place, having come in for an oil change and being told I need new tires.  Not a big surprise; the ride has been very rough lately.  But disappointing nonetheless as these current tires were supposed to last many thousands of miles longer than they have.  Hmm.  Won’t even go there.

Anyway, they’re just tires.  So even though it’s a cost I did not anticipate, it’s not a disease.  Or death.  Or something else that can’t be “fixed”.  But tires are important.  Without them, I can’t get anywhere (at least not in the society I live in).   And I need to be able to depend upon them.

But think about it.  How many things do we depend on to be there….people, jobs, health, friends…and one day, they suddenly aren’t?   Has it really been that long since we paid attention to them and examined them for any problems?  Has the road been that rough, that we were wearing them down for years without even knowing it?

Or maybe we just get used to the bumps, potholes and other challenges of covering ground day after day, week after week, year after year.  So we don’t notice when it really does get too slippery.  When we need to slow down and take stock of things.

When you’re young, you just assume everything is going to last.  Then you get older and look back and it’s sobering how many people have drifted away.  How your tastes have changed.  How you no longer consider staying up past midnight a thrill (or even a possibility).   Then there’s your body.  Wow.  Who knew you were actually going to age.  I mean, there should be an owner’s manual that helps with the maintenance of a body after 50.

Pain relievers.  Orthotics.  Reading glasses.  Knee wraps.  The tread gets a little thin.   Can’t take those corners quite as fast.  Little harder to see at night.  Maybe walking will burn as many calories as running.

And like a set of tires, we need balancing ever so many miles.  It’s so easy to get so caught up in day planners, meetings, calls, obligations, commitments, you name it.  I think back to pioneers who had breakfast, worked in the fields all day, had dinner, went to bed.  Granted, they didn’t live past 35.  But they also weren’t worrying about the text, the email, the instant message, the social media post or whether their cable provider is going to raise their rates.  Balance wasn’t an issue for them.

I think it is for us, and I think that getting older gives us the right to achieve balance any way we can.   And maybe, ironically, that means more time and space for us to just be…and less time worrying about all the other jazz.

I’ll leave here with a new set of tires, and the ride home will be much smoother.  Maybe I need to look at a few other areas of my life…check under the hood…and get things on a smoother road.  Cause I want to keep going for a long, long time.

 

“Happiness is not a matter of intensity, but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.”

             Thomas Merton

 

 

 

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A Moment at a Time.

Remember when Lucy Van Pelt would set up her “Psychiatric Help” boxes and dispense advice for a nickel?  She was never too timid to shy away from the big questions: ”what is the meaning life? Why are here?  Why do I never get what I want for Christmas?”

Even as we grow older, the big questions never seem to go away.  We might get a glimpse of an answer here or there, but it then seems things change or go wrong and we’re right back where we were in the beginning, asking the same questions.

I’m finding as each “big” birthday passes, it’s only natural to really start wondering what my purpose is.  What have I done to make a difference.  What mark will I leave on the world.

And am I really screwing up?  Blowing opportunities?  Missing out on gifts of the universe?

It can be quite a heady dilemma.  You look at someone you went to school with.  He now lives in an exciting city now with an important job.  He travels the world.  Has a beautiful wife and two perfect children who now have two perfect children of their own.  He’s already planning his retirement beach house and from all outside indications, he’ll get it.  Then he, his perfect wife, and their perfect dog will just go on to a perfect next chapter.

Egads.  What are you doing that compares to that?

If we get too caught up in this frenzied thinking, we can’t move.  We feel thick and slow.  Like we’re not in the mainstream, somehow standing outside of the current that seems to be moving everyone else along.

I love the scene in “Finding Nemo” when Marlin asks the sea turtle where the Australian current is, because he has to ride it to get to Sydney and find his son, Nemo.  Crash, the wonderful gnarly turtle, exclaims, “You’re riding it Dude!  Check it out!”  Sure enough, Marlin’s already in the current, moving forward faster than he realized.  Actually his bigger challenge will be to figure out when he needs to jump out of the current, so that he can realize his dream of finding Nemo.

It all just makes me wonder sometimes if I’m looking elsewhere for things I have right now…or looking backward and worrying that I left something behind, when that can’t be…because once something is part of you, it’s along for the ride no matter where you go.  Or don’t go.

And as for the whole “what am I doing here” worry that can drive us to devour an entire bag of Cheetos at 2 a.m., thinking small might just be the key.

In his book, “How Then Shall We Live,” author Wayne Muller says, “A life is made up of days.  Each day is an opportunity to say something honestly, to make something more beautiful, to create something precious, to give a gift only we can provide for the family of the earth.  To dedicate a single act to the healing of others is a day well lived.”

The Dalai Lama said, “We are visitors on this planet.  We are here for ninety, a hundred years at the very most.  During this period, we must try to do something good, something useful with our lives.  Try to be at peace with yourself and help others share that peace.  If you contribute to other people’s happiness, you will find the true goal, the meaning of life.”

A single act of healing.

Sharing your peace.

Saying something honestly.

Contributing to others’ happiness.

Tiny things, yet huge.  Seemingly more and more rare these days.

And needed so so so much.

As boomers, let’s lead the way.  Let’s be there for one another.  Let’s rock the act of being gentle.

Let’s change the world—one gesture at a time.

 

“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”

       Aesop

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Ready to March?

 

Why participate in a women’s march this Saturday in Washington D.C. or any other city?

 

Because we are women.  We are human beings.  We are living, breathing, spirit.

We are mothers.  We are sisters.  We are friends and girlfriends.

We are doctors, lawyers, nurses, nuns, priests, teachers, writers, accountants, surveyors, geologists, mathematicians, insurance agents, brick layers, seamstresses, architects, soldiers, marines, naval commanders, air force cadets, truck drivers….

We are here.  We are nurturers of this planet.

 

And we deserve the same respect as our male travelers in this journey through the universe.

We should not have to hear language that degrades us.

We should never have to look the other way when dangerous language is thrown about freely.

We should never have to endure any physical contact we did not invite.

We should never, ever have to apologize for not meeting someone else’s standard for beauty.

Because we are beautiful.  Because we are made by the Creator.

We look out for ourselves, our fellow women, our young girls.

We can forge a way.

A way that takes us forward with confidence and joy.

We can unite.

We can use our wisdom and our empathy to change the world.

As boomer women, we especially can shine a light.

After all, we’ve endured a lot.

A LOT.

So let’s put on our shoes.  Take to the streets.  And make our voices heard.

Without the mud, there is no lotus flower.  We’ve been tromping in the mud a lot lately.

And we know there is more to come.

But we know we can rise up and let our beauty as healthy, competent, giving women shine.

If you can’t march, you can still talk.  Sing.  Speak your truth.

Even as the winds blow, together, we can fly high.

Let’s do it.

“A woman is like a tea bag…you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

 

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12 days of a boomer Christmas.

12 Days of a Boomer Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my Subaru gave to me…..

a recall notice they fix for free.

On the second day of Christmas, my oak trees gave to me….

two zillion leaves, and a recall they  fix for free.

On the third day of Christmas, my furnace gave to me….

no warm air, two zillion leaves, and a recall notice they fix for free.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my insurance company gave to me….…

four denied claims, no warm air, two zillion leaves, and a recall they fix for free.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my pantry gave to me….…

chili cheese fritos!  four denied claims, no warm air, two zillion leaves, and a recall notice they fix for free.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my closet gave to me….…

six pants a-busting, chili cheese fritos!  four denied claims, no warm air, two zillion leaves, and a recall notice why is it always  me.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my remotes gave to me

seven batteries a-dying, six pants a busting, chili cheese fritos!  Four denied claims, no warm air, two gazillion leaves, and a recall notice oh golly gee.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my clients gave to me

eight invoices a-ignoring, seven batteries a-dying, six pants a busting, chili cheese fritos!  Four denied claims, no warm air, two gazillion leaves, and a recall notice they fix for free.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my subconscious gave to me

nine ways to feel guilty, eight invoices a-ignoring, seven batteries a-dying, six pants a-busting, chili cheese fritos!  Four denied claims, no warm air, two gazillion leaves, and a recall notice someone help me.

On the tenth day of Christmas, driving gave to me

ten new swear words …nine ways to feel guilty, eight invoices a-ignoring, seven batteries a-dying, six pants a-busting, chili cheese fritos!  Four denied claims, no warm air, two gazillion leaves, and a recall notice someone help me.

On the eleventh  day of Christmas, my oven gave to me

eleven fewer degrees, ten new swear words, nine ways to feel guilty, eight invoices a-ignoring, seven batteries a-dying, six pants a-busting, chili cheese fritos!  Four denied claims, no warm air, two gazillion leaves, and a recall notice someone help me.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my heart gave to me….

12 reasons to be happy

11 million reasons to be grateful

10 ways to find joy each day

9 people I could help right now

8 chances to smile every hour

7 recipes to share

6 songs I could hum as I drive

5 people I could wave to as they cut me off in traffic! 

4 elderly friends who could use a visit

3 old friends I miss

2 donations to make

and a Merry Christmas to one and all!

 

 

“Ho Ho Ho!”

   Santa Claus

 

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