I slipped on the ice on Sunday - vicious nasty black stuff formed from the layer of sleet the previous night. A comic book fall - my legs went out from under me and I landed on my back. On the steps. Really rather painful and I probably should have gone to A&E rather than getting on a plane to Germany, but work beckoned. Thankfully this week I am only running outdoor team building sessions which doesn't need a huge physical input from me otherwise I would be in a spot of bother owing to my enforced movement impairment.
It has made me think though, particularly following a conversation I had with some older ladies about their inability to do crafts now that the arthritis has taken hold. What will we do if and when we lose the ability to do the things we love?
Have you stopped to consider it or are you, like me, guilty of thinking that you will simply be as able as you are now until suddenly you get hit by a bus? I don't want to think of my faculties failing - who does - but in the back of my mind there has always been the thought that one day I will not be able to do outdoor activities at my current level. As for planning round that, I seem to have done nothing.
When is the right time to start planning for that moment, given that the timescale is completely unknown? When I'm 40 or 50 or 60? Or now, whilst it has impinged on my conscious and has become much more of a possible reality? I know that if I wait until I am better again, I will lose the impetus and that probable picture will fade from memory.
Change is never easy and the first step in managing it is to accept it as a reality and let go of the former things. Only after that can we reprogramme and move into the new beginnings. What stage have you got to in your future thinking?
Nobody grows old living a number of years; people grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, distrust, fear and despair...these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust. Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement of the stars and star-like things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing child-like appetite for what is next, and the joy and game of life.
My friend wrote this inside my birthday card and I needed to share it. I don't know where it comes from but I feel it is so true. It doesn't matter how old we are, it is our take on life that really shows our age. I suppose it relates back to the half-full/half-empty idea that I have talked about before. Do we have a real enthusiasm for the good things that are possible or do we only look at the problems that are in our way? Do we struggle to set goals for ourselves because we see so many barriers to achievement or is our problem more focussing on only a few of the many things we still want to experience and enjoy?
Inevitably there will be things in life that knock us but how do we get back on top to avoid growing old prematurely. I think this writing says it all:
1. Go back to your ideals - maybe they were things born of youthful zeal and idealism but has our cynicism jettisoned too much? What ideals do you want to return to?
2.Get really enthused and excited about something - what do you feel passionate about; how can you be more excited about it?
3. Share it - who can you share your enthusiasm with, hopefully getting them excited in the process? As you talk, it will confirm the excitement inside you.
4. Deal with the things that trouble you - don't ignore them; talk to a friend or a coach, work through them to come out the other side. Don't let them permanently bow your head.
5. Remember something wonderful - whatever it might be, think of something today that amazes you; maybe about people or nature or science. Then tomorrow, think of something different. Be permanently amazed at the good that is still present in the world.
Go out and enjoy this game of life!