Thoroughly unprepared we take the step into the afternoon of life; worse still, we take this step with the false assumption that our truths and ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the programme of life’s morning; for what was great in the morning will be little at evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening become a lie.
Carl Gustav Jung
I see sixty as a milestone to be celebrated rather than glossed over or hidden. In fact I am deeply grateful to be turning sixty. I am dedicating this blog to a dear friend who did not live to see sixty.
As grateful and excited as I am to be turning sixty, I am also mindful of changes ahead and feel ambivalent about negotiating some of those changes. In my year of turning sixty events are unfolding that will change my life forever. But then I guess change and challenges occur through any stage of life.
I intend to move towards semi-retirement (an unsatisfactory word) soon after turning sixty to enable me to savour life and relationships a little more and to have some time to create and write in areas I am passionate about. There’ll be changes at home with children leaving and I’ll be doing some travel. I intend to post about my experiences as well as make links to ideas and experiences from other writers.
Who am I? I’ve put some information in the tab About Me, but essentially I am an enthusiastic woman who has had a life rich with experiences of many types and is turning sixty soon.
I intend to write a post most weeks, usually with links to other web sites. As a starting point I’d like to direct readers to the wonderful web site and blog of photographer Hailey Bartholomew who began a project called ‘365 Grateful’. Her blog has inspired many people, including myself, as you can see by going to her site to read all about it http://www.youcantbeserious.com.au/blog/2009/03/11/365-grateful-fun-fun/ .
I’ve decided to post a photo along with my blog each week –to capture 60 things that remind me how me how grateful I feel about turning sixty. So this week I’ve taken of photo of the beautiful Moreton bay fig which I can see from my bed as I wake each morning (if I twist my head and body about a little). Although it was one of the reasons we bought this house 13 years ago, it’s only recently, following renovations we’ve done, that an opening has been made so I can gaze at the splendour of this tree every morning. I’m grateful for the tree and for my husband Don – the renovator.
Hopefully I’ll be able to move to a slightly less frenetic pace as the ‘afternoon’ of my life unfolds so that I can perhaps savour such pleasures a little more instead of feeling, as I sometimes do, that I’m merely surviving – I’ll let you know how it goes and would love to hear from you