I made the transition to age 30 in a bumpy, awkward way, on my way to really being an adult. More about that at a later time. What I didn’t do at age 30 was begin to think of myself as “old.” Remember when turning 30 meant being “over the hill?” I certainly wasn’t old at 30. Nor was I old at 40, or 50, or even 60.
Around the time I made 60, I started to offer, “I’m old…” with a smile and a twist of my voice to show that I wasn’t really old; wasn’t that obvious? For my 60th birthday I received the gift of a tattoo, and have a beautiful dragonfly to prove it. After all, no “old” person would have a carefully chosen tattoo, would they?
On my 61st birthday, I started to think maybe I’d been in denial for a long, long, long time. While I knew I wasn’t old-old, I began to suspect that I was definitely on my way to that place, as if it was a particular moment in time. I wasn’t young, although I still offer that I’m really only 17, “inside.” I may be 17, “inside,” but my body and experience and soul have been around a lot longer than that. I have the scars and the wisdom medals to prove that I’ve been around longer than 17 years.
That’s what this blog is about. It’s about “getting here -” getting to the place in life when others can rightfully look to you as a Wise One. I’ll draw from others’ writings, and I’ll draw from my own experience. I’ll tell stories that speak to outer experience, and I’ll tell stories that speak to inner life.
Think about the world today. Think way beyond your little world and its inevitable joys and sorrows today. Think about the world today. That’s why I’m here, as One Who Has Entered the Wisdom Years. While the world may not want to hear what I have to say, the fact remains that I have something to say. Maybe it will help someone, maybe not. All I know is that I have to say it, I have to share some of what I’ve learned – and haven’t learned – in my life, which has now been in existence for over 6 decades.
Join me if you are a wisdom seeker, like I am. Join me if you have something to say, too. Join me if you are someone who asks: “what’s it all about, Alfie?” Join me if you want to start a conversation.
Autumn, transition… walk in beauty…