Slight Backtrack

This is something I wrote a couple of weeks ago. Yes, it still applies.

Actress Jennifer Lawrence looking very tough.

In front of me are a few things that are always on my desk. The first is a card my husband gave me. It says, "Have the fearless attitude of a hero and the loving heart of a child." (Author unknown). I love that he would give that to me.

To my right is something I printed out a while back entitled "Are you mentally tough enough?" (Of course not...ADD, Pisces...YOU be tough with those labels - but, secretly, I do believe I am tough. I used to feel I was really tough, back when I was living in my head instead of the world.) So the five points of being mentally tough that they listed are:

1.) They don't feel sorry for themselves

2.) They don't give people power over them

3.) They don't avoid change

4.) They don't play small

5.) They don't focus on things they can't control

There was a third thing, but I can't remember, oh, yeah, Seth Godin wrote a piece recently on being FORMIDABLE, not being, but CHOOSING to be formidable. The opposite of being formidable is being an accident waiting to happen. Ha. I resemble that remark. 

I'm not sure about you, but here in my world (aka brain), I am fast approaching 60. To tell you the truth I'm excited as hell about it. 60. I remember my Auntie Dayle inviting my husband and me to visit her in Cape Cod. I (pathetically) said, "Are you sure?" She (beautifully) said, "I'm in my 80's. I don't have time to surround myself with people I don't care to be around." Choice made. You can do that? In the past I was one of those people who stood there in front of someone toxic and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I am wrong. Please hit me again." It has been hell getting that ship out of port, but I think she has sailed. Good riddance. 

Well, part of the dealing with ADD thing is not only getting organized, but being disciplined. I'm going to have to build in time for this writing, but for now, I'm supposed to be doing some studying. I'm in graduate school and loving (and being overwhelmed by) it. Wait. Cut that out. No, I'm fine. I'm loving it. 

So...approaching 60...wanting to dive into the "third act" with arms wide open in wild abandon (disciplined abandon?) and joy. And love. I want whatever time I have left to be filled with love, acceptance, peace of mind, and a good, strong, healthy, albeit aging, body. That's it for now.