I want to be like this Duchess – possibly eccentric and a little over-dressed, but happy, because I love the life I have chosen.
I picked up this post-card while browsing through a popular bookstore. When I say browsing, I really mean reading all their magazines for free, but I pretend to be an honest-to-goodness shopper with cash in my wallet. While I’m on the subject of magazines, I’ve come to realize that I enjoy the British versions of some of my favorite magazines much more than our American editions. In Britain, they add extra articles, more pages, and they even use thicker weight paper. Has all of America become like my daughter, choosing books based solely on the quantity of pictures?
Since the dawn of twenty-ten (I just like saying Twenty-Ten. It’s such a great number, how can it not be a good year?), I’ve been reflecting on life, particularly my life, and I’ve made some observations. That’s about three and half days of thinking and I’m on the verge of burnout, so yes, I must share my epiphany today.
I think reflection and self-evaluation are essential components to success in life. Without a little looking back to see our successes and failures, how would we ever know how to change what is not working for us? Life is dynamic and the world is rushing by with or without us.
I don’t want to be a fifty-something wearing the same hair I shellacked in high-school. Of course you know exactly what I mean! It’s more than ok to be timeless if you’re Dick Clark, but when you live twenty or thirty years without even changing the color of your hair, you’re probably hanging on to what you remember as the ‘best’ season of your life. I want every season of my life to be my best and dog-gonnit, I want my hair to reflect it.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born,and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Turn, turn, turn.
No, I’m not singing the popular folk/hippie song, I’m quoting the Bible; however, it does appear that I’m wearing ‘flared’ leg jeans, so maybe I’m humming as I’m quoting.
At any rate, knowing your season of life is essential to success. I don’t want shop on the senior discount days when I’m only twenty-seven or thirty-ish. Anyway, the age isn’t as important as the season. The point is that I’ve already experienced certain seasons.
I’ve been a snotty seventeen year-old who thought she had the answer’s to all the world’s problems. I’ve crammed for exams and held my diplomas with pride. I walked down the aisle in white and was carried away on my knight’s shoulder. I lived on a caffeinated high during my babies early years.
Now I’m in a new season. I believe this is the season to lay the foundation for the rest of my life; to buckle down and produce; to move from dreams to realities. My failures have taught me where I am weak. My successes have revealed my personal strengths. I am armed with the knowledge of myself and now it’s time for me to work.
In 2010, I cannot be the woman God intends without a little reflection and self-evaluation, but now the looking back is over and I’m moving towards my mark.
Have you taken pause to reflect or are you wearing your college hair three decades later?
I hope you’re making the most of your life’s season, whether your genie is spitting out dirty diapers more quickly than granting wishes, or your nest has emptied and you find yourself overwhelmed with time and space. Let’s make this season fruitful!
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