Sunday, February 19, 2017
A long time ago I wrote about this topic. About life being a series of letting go steps if we are to attain any degree of serenity and peace.
As we do, I forgot about this great philosophy for a while.
And letting go is ceasing to struggle. Verily.
And it was brought home to me by a friend on Thursday. As he talked of letting go of who he was, his balding head reminds him, his lack of flexibility, his achy back, his paunch.
As I climb on my new-to-me gift of a treadmill every day I let go of dreams of another Tely 10, road racing, snazzy running gear, nimble legs, endless energy. And have I mentioned I've always hated treadmills with a passion? Not anymore, for this may save my life.
I was cold, cold is a brand new thing to me, and I put on an Aran sweater over the tights and tee-shirt, threw on a sweatband. And laughed as I realized after an excruciating 15 minutes that there was no sweat and I wasn't warm enough to remove the sweater.
It's a huge process for us elders and for others physically challenged out of the blue or after an accident to confront an altered life, while trying not to sentimentalize or glorify the past. I hadn't realized I was engaging in this magical thinking. Until my friend B talked of it.
And self-smack to the side of the head.
I better embrace the changes, work with them and yes, celebrate them.
Even if it's only for those who can't, ever again.