This week I turned 62. I suppose it’s time to make peace with the reality that I’m in my sixties now and into the third trimester of life. I don’t feel old, really, but my body does. We don’t need to talk about that.
It’s a odd point in life. Am I
gearing up for the next season or planning for retirement? It’s too early to retire but too late to
start planning for it financially. Isn’t
that weird?
I haven’t done everything I’ve
wanted to do. I’ve thought about taking
some classes and learning how to do some things better or learn how to do some
new things, but not seriously enough to actually take steps in that direction.
When Rob and I were in our 20s, an
older gentleman at our church took us to lunch and told us about his three
careers, all of which required going back to school. He was a lawyer, an architect, and . . .
well, I don’t remember what the third thing was . . . but his point was that we
don’t have to feel stuck in just one track.
I suppose I’m in track two right now, so maybe I need to be looking for
track three? That sounds like a lot of
work, to be honest.
The other piece of advice we got from
that gentleman was to never miss a chance to pee. We thought that was hilarious at the time,
but it’s turned out to be the best advice ever.
Just so you know.
But, about being 62, I’m still so
often just tired. The way ahead is
unclear. The one lesson I hope I have
learned well over the past five years is that God will make the way clear in
due time. Meanwhile, wait and watch and
keep checking in with God.
So, God, here I am, checking in
again.
Still waiting. Being still.
Knowing you are God.
Thanks, God.
Happy 62! Embracing this season with curiosity and faith is inspiring. Track three may be ahead—small steps, patience, and trusting God will guide your path forward.
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