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.