When you’re a kid, you always think “when I grow up, I’ll. . .” . . . fill in the blank. Once you’re older and working, then you start thinking, ” someday I want to. . .” Or later still “when I retire, I’ll. . .”. I started thinking the other day about how much longer I’ll be around. Yeah, a little morbid, but at 62 (yes! 62!) mortality is starting to look you in the eye. At most I can count on another 40 years – Grandma Lo Sapio lived to 103 – but realistically, I figure I’ve got maybe 20 good years before I’m too frail to do all those things I’ve been waiting to do, and another 10 to just hang around. So, what am I waiting for?
Sure, I’ve got to think about how I’m going to support myself after I retire, but I think we spend too much time worrying about “then” and not enough about “now.” Yes. La la la la la la live for today. I am getting on the “do it now” bandwagon. Now!
When I have spare time, should I clean the house or play in my garden?. Should I stay home and put away my winter clothes or go out dancing? (Is that even a question?) Should I plan a ski trip . . . or wait until I just don’t have the stamina? Duh. Did anyone say on their deathbed “I’m so happy I didn’t waste my time having fun? In the past year, I’ve gone on vacation with my sisters (fun, fun, fun!), went to Mexico for a destination wedding (just to hang out with my buddy, Judy) and in four weeks, Gary and I go back to Paris for the 5th time (c’est bon!).
It’s time to stop working so late and start getting home early enough to enjoy the rest of the day instead of barely having time for dinner and an hour of TV. It’s time to put in the wood stove I’ve been craving for years (and I did!) and lighting it whenever I want to. And it’s time to buy that new pair of shoes instead of . . . well, almost instead of anything.
There are two times in your life that you should just do it, to coin an overused phrase: when you’re in your 20s and have all the time in the world, and no real obligations to hold you back. . . and when you’re enough over 40 to begin thinking about how many years you have left. I am so there.
My health is pretty good (no prescriptions!), we’re living within our means and I make a good living.
What the hell are you waiting for?