I turn forty four today. Until now I believe forty four is old, and that I can never be forty four. But, I am. And don’t feel old at all. Cognitive dissonance.
So, what have I to show for the forty four years?
Biologically, my purpose has been fulfilled. I have passed the genes of my ancestors to yet another generation.
Other than that, I have not moved or shaken the world. The best part is that it’s OK.
On a personal level, I have, in my own bungling way, established a functional family, a rewarding career* and a comfortable life. I am grateful to the rest of the world for letting me be – a benefit not available to 50% of the world’s population. I am what I am, merely by the roll of a dice. I am humbled by that.
My goals for the coming year and possibly the future?
Continue doing my stuff sincerely, hopefully with no expectations of returns.
Face the impending life-change with a modicum of balance. And lots of patience.
Breathe through my life and let not my mental stories rule me.
Accept people and situations for what they are, and not what I want them to be.
Simplify. Materialistically and spiritually.
That’s it. Easy in words. At 44, I am ready for the challenge – after all what’s life without them.
*This morning’s email from a client said “Thank you for your continued support for me in my research. I am happy to share you a good news of my research paper been accepted by International Journal of ****. The decision letter is attached for your reference. It would not have been possible without you maam ” – an email like this, grammatical error and all, makes my job so much more worthwhile than the increment to my bank balance.