The Collins dictionary defines a line of demarcation as a separation between things deemed to be distinct. On a land map there could be a line of demarcation signifying the separation between the Mountain and Piedmont regions. On our nautical maps there are lines at 3 miles and at 12 miles that separate regions where different laws apply. Commercial fisherman are well aware of the lines and the harsh penalties that can apply for breaking the rules.
I often look at the timeline of my life and identify lines of demarcation. Leaving for college, getting a job--marriage and family just to name a few. The latest line crossed is the empty nest. It is a very different world--last week, I organized my sock drawer--first time ever.
Now there seems to be some time--time to think about what is next.
I am not sitting on some great precipice of change or a midlife crisis--at 52 I think I have sailed past the midlife line of demarcation--as I know few people 104.
As I move forward I've been thinking about two things--Active hope and passive hope.
Passive hope is something we all easily do--I hope the weather will be sunny--I hope that the economy continues to do well--Active hope--that is the tough one. Active hope is visualizing a point in the future and what is in that space and being the boss of your current life to make the moves that point you toward your destination.
I hope there is a sailboat in my future--what am I actively doing today to fulfill that hope?
There is plenty of work to be done. With a little luck and good health --there is a chance. For a very long time I thought that my life would not be complete if it didn't happen--now its OK if it doesn't. This isn't a cop out--it is an understanding that I have had it pretty darn good and that sailing through life in a cottage on Shore Drive is a fulfilled hope.
Fair Winds,
J
I often look at the timeline of my life and identify lines of demarcation. Leaving for college, getting a job--marriage and family just to name a few. The latest line crossed is the empty nest. It is a very different world--last week, I organized my sock drawer--first time ever.
Now there seems to be some time--time to think about what is next.
I am not sitting on some great precipice of change or a midlife crisis--at 52 I think I have sailed past the midlife line of demarcation--as I know few people 104.
As I move forward I've been thinking about two things--Active hope and passive hope.
Passive hope is something we all easily do--I hope the weather will be sunny--I hope that the economy continues to do well--Active hope--that is the tough one. Active hope is visualizing a point in the future and what is in that space and being the boss of your current life to make the moves that point you toward your destination.
I hope there is a sailboat in my future--what am I actively doing today to fulfill that hope?
There is plenty of work to be done. With a little luck and good health --there is a chance. For a very long time I thought that my life would not be complete if it didn't happen--now its OK if it doesn't. This isn't a cop out--it is an understanding that I have had it pretty darn good and that sailing through life in a cottage on Shore Drive is a fulfilled hope.
Fair Winds,
J
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