facing fear

YOUTH IS WASTED ON THE YOUNG

IMG_1491Youth Is Wasted on the Young

If you could turn back the hands of time and go back to when you were 19 years old, would you? Consider that same scenario, going back to being 19, but not being able to take back with you all of the knowledge that you have gained today? Would you still do it?

It’s amazing how a shift in perspective changes things, or maybe it doesn’t.

My, my, my how introspective we get when a birthday nears. I am not unlike many folks who find themselves reflecting on the culmination of life choices they have made to date right around their birthday. What milestones have we met? What does the future hold? We may even be prompted to get a physical, or even a psychological tune up.

What brought this topic to the foreground of my memory is because just the other day I remembered being out with my grandmother many years ago. While we were shopping she looked over at some total stranger who was behaving badly shook her head in disgust saying, “youth is wasted on the young.” At the time I didn’t fully grasp what it is she was saying, but boy do I get it now.

What my grandmother’s wisdom revealed was a universal truth; by the time we have gained wisdom, knowledge and understanding to make intelligent decisions we are much older. When we age we slow down and lack the youthful vigor and idealism that typically accompanies moving the mountains in our lives. When we were young and had energy to spare we tended to waste it on things that we now know were foolish and meaningless.

When you’re young you often lack good common sense. When you are old you finally gain that common sense, along with a sore back, shortness of breath, the ability to sleep while standing up and a bunch of wrinkles.

Today there is a cottage industry that preys on people’s desire to look young again. They tell you that they can turn back the hands of time, for a price. But what they’re selling people is, in itself, a deception because they’re not selling youth. They’re selling the appearance of youth, and that’s something entirely different than youth itself.

In the end, in our western society where youth is seen as an invaluable asset, happiness, that ever so fleeting intangible, is what’s really being offered. The problem with happiness is very simple: it’s something that first has to come from within.

So as I hit the gym to squat, lunge and tone myself back into the long legged siren of my youth(Ha) I’m secure in the fact that I’m not there to waste my time trying to get something back that wasn’t there in the first place, I’m good as is.

Up, Up But Not Too Far Away

Up Up but Not Too Far Away?

Have you been Hot Air Ballooning? Or would you prefer to keep your feet firmly planted on the ground. Where it’s safe…or is it?

I’ve been exploring what it takes to break free of the mental encumbrances that prevent us from being our very best. The barriers that keep us from taking risks, from facing adversity, from leaving bad things behind, from ending toxic relationships, or just walking away and hitting the reset button.

Hot air ballooning is a grand experience. I realize it’s not for everyone, but I’d like to use it as a metaphor for risk taking.

We arrived at about 6:00am to a meeting spot and then were driven to the launching site. As we rode over, I was so eager with anticipation that I could hardly contain myself. I knew we’d be doing an outdoor activity but the actual activity itself was kept a secret by my beau until we arrived at the meeting spot. Having you ever smiled so hard that your cheek muscles ached?

We pulled up to three shockingly vibrant, partially inflated balloons that were lying on a huge lot. I don’t recall the door being opened for me- I just rushed towards one of the balloons like a five year old on Christmas morning. The best part (aside from floating 4,00 feet above ground) was when the captain allowed us to walk inside of the balloon prior to fully inflating it.

After that treat, we were instructed to exit the balloon, given safety instructions and soon the true magic began as they finished inflating the it right before our eyes. We hopped inside the basket and then 1, 2, 3, we rose in such a way that I didn’t realize we had left the ground. Either we were with one of the most experienced captains in history or hot air balloon flights are just plain and simple … ballooning is smooth.

As we rose higher and higher, I filled my nostrils with the air because I felt like it was purer, fresher, better in some way. I savored every second of my time up there.

Momentarily, my perspective shifted. I vividly recall looking down at houses, swimming pools, grassy yards, people waving up to us and it was like seeing those objects and structures for the first time, when in reality I saw them every day.

Do you have the courage to change your perspective? Most people need motivation to demonstrate courage, others are hard-wired with a courageous heart and spirit.

I’m on a mission to change my perspective, expand my horizons and evolve. To literally and figuratively …go higher and higher, up, up and away.

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