I am still trying to find the beauty of getting older beyond the obvious truth that I am still alive. need to do it.
But the weird thing about being old at some point is that you’re in a weird stage called simply. “to grow old.” You are still mostly healthy and can jump over small buildings in one bounce.
When a catalog arrives from a company that sells high-end sheepskin clothing, and I see a catalog containing hand-stitched coats and boots constructed from natural fibers and handcrafted to last a lifetime, I’m probably going to ride a horse. One of their beautiful offerings, passing through Taos, New Mexico. If I was in his 30’s, I probably wouldn’t have worn a coat and ridden horses in Taos, but now I’m a little disappointed. Even in my 30s, I still had time to be more adventurous and carve out a life that was very different from mine if I wanted to.
I got the boots from this company for Christmas. If I see a woman in beautiful boots riding Wegmans on a horse, it’s just me living the dream.
I think getting older is about managing disappointments with certain dreams and expectations we had. I walked on the road Also, us in his 50s and above lived in a very different era when possibilities were spelled out in small print. “p.” we didn’t have internet. The Internet is just the key to unlocking life for the younger generation. There, dreams come true with one click, and you’ll regularly see pictures of all kinds of life you’ve ever dreamed of. Cycling right in front of you. Launcher? Carpenter? Tech dynamo? Dream cake baker? Island hopper? Moving to Switzerland? Everything is possible now. The most adventurous and original person I knew as a child was a friend who visited a kibbutz in Israel as a teenager. Another woman took her father’s American Express her card and went to Hawaii with two of her friends during college. When her bill arrived in his mailbox a month later, we never saw her again.True story.
I envy the breadth of possibilities children have these days. Today I’m comfortable in my sheepskin boots in the house and I can’t see my horse. It’s all about softening dreams. As the years went by for humans, it was always a softening dream. Sometimes I end up with a plastic palm tree on my desk rather than a trip to Bora Bora.
As a tour director, I often see a subset of travelers that I label. “You really shouldn’t be here.” These people are still unaware of their limits and show up with Indiana Jones hats ready to climb a Mayan temple in the Guatemalan jungle. The same catalog of sheepskins remained in their mailboxes, and they grew up starry-eyed about a different kind of life.
But I love them because I understand their dreams. I understand that now that they have worked their whole lives and retired at 68, they want to see something, pick up something unusual and marvel at it. My job is to soften their expectations from time to time. That way, they might have to settle for pictures of Mayan ruins instead of climbing to the top.
And the New Year’s words are “Adjust”. It’s not really a beautiful word, it doesn’t have the depth and meaning that it does. “peace.” It’s a practical word, meant to encourage you to follow a path that’s aligned with reality, yet retains some similarities between your desires and dreams.
Order a pair of sheepskin boots and stroll the snow-bound paths. Take the Ohio Indian on his mound and experience the most mysterious ruins in our country. Do something unusual, charming, or exciting this year. live a little
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