Tomorrow I’ll be 70 years old. Hard to believe . . . but true.
It seems I was only recently in my 20s, 30s. What words of wisdom does 70-year-old Melinda have for that younger woman just beginning her life?
Don’t take everything so seriously. Not everything is such a tragedy. What will all the anger achieve? Trust the Peace of God. It will come. It’s always better when you take it slower and easier. Your fearlessness is wonderful . . . even when it takes what seems to be forever to let go of the apprehension (there she goes, running forth—finally—in fearless abandon)! High Dive
When I was young, old was 30, 40 . . . 50 for sure. But by the time you were 70, you “mise well” be dead! Awww, the “wisdom” of youth.
I feel young. Certainly younger, even, than when I was young. In those younger days I would let so many concerns, fears and anger keep me stuck. You name it—work, money, life—whatever it was, I’d worry, fret, fume and be anxious about it. Depression often grabbed me like The Alien and I’d hide out for days.
It was gradual, but one day I awoke realizing the stress—that sense of just barely keeping depression at bay—was gone.
My life has transformed since those early “trauma/drama” days. I’ve worked with the “Course in Miracles” (www.acim.org) for over a dozen years, first hearing about the book in the 70s. But I really didn’t get it until I read “The Disappearance of the Universe” (www.garyrenard.com) when it first came out. I rode the bus to work in downtown Phoenix in those days and, when I’d finish it, I’d immediately begin again. I must have read that book at least a half-dozen times. It was perfect. For me. It was exactly what I needed at the time. Through that book I returned to “The Course,” and have never “finished.” I’ll continue beginning my day with that book, no doubt, the rest of my life.
I’m grateful for the extraordinary life I’ve had thus far. I’m more joyful and have such peace in my life. Does age bring wisdom? For me it certainly has. Gone are the days when I worried about . . . well, you name it. I trust that I’m exactly where I need to be, until Spirit shows me what’s next. It always works out. Joy is a good thing. The peace of trusting God is a good thing.
It’s all good. Besides, as the title of this blog indicates (and my wonderful mom used to say), “It’ll never be noticed on a galloping horse.” Thank you mom! You were right. I’m thankful for my mom and my dad for bringing me into this beautiful world. About Galloping Horse
Happy 70th Birthday Melinda!