I am in the autumn of my life. There is no denying it. Grey hair. Those smile wrinkles at the corners of my eyes and the holes underneath them. I walk the dog at a pace I would have laughed at in my teens and there is no way I will ever join a professional soccer team, scuba dive with sharks, learn the bassoon or how to bake the perfect popover. Some things in this life are just not going to happen. And I am so not done. We are so not done. Changing the season used to mean school books and re-invigorated work effort… the effort needed to prove something to someone. It now means clarity: what do I want to build in this new time? How do I want to play and love and create? Whom matters most? What story will I shape?
I hope you join me, in whatever season of life you are in, in a similar kind of inquiry…considering what most fascinates and uplifts you now!
Maria
