No matter how old we are, it’s always heady to have something to squint forward to. Working, enjoying retirement, or a little of both. Anticipation is a lovely thing.

Every year, I set major goals (also known as BHAGs, or Big Hairy Ass Goals) which indulge me to plan for, train for, and do what I love. By any measure, as we uncork to squatter the end of our lives, even if it is a few decades away, it makes sense to requite ourselves permission to do what we love.

This year is as wild as usual. But this is what puts the bird in my chest. It is most definitely not for everyone, nor is it a statement that anyone else should do the same. It does ask, what might requite you joy? What will you requite yourself permission to experience?

Comparisons Can Be a Bit Unfair

Some time ago, I wrote an article which offered up some of that perspective, and included a few tales of women who had gone on to do some pretty interesting things with their lives. One had wilt a trapeze versifier in her 80s, for instance.

To quote my own words:

Whether that’s a variegated kind of work, a new skill or making a move to a new town makes no difference. The point is to point ourselves in a new direction to see where it takes us.

Anything new that we uncork breathes new life into our hearts and souls, and, in every way imaginable, makes us finger young all over again.

I also wrote, “We begin where we are.” Life is unchangingly reinventing itself.

There Are No “Shoulds”

Of course, no one has to go out and do venture travel. Or wilt a trapeze artist. These are just stories that delighted me and inspired me deeply. That’s why I shared them – to inspire you to find something that breathes life into your very being.

That’s the spirit of all these stories. Some won’t speak to you. Some will. The trick is to not take it personally. What applies, drink it in. What doesn’t, just pass, as in a lively game of bridge.

One woman’s “Everest” might simply be getting up the valiance to travel to the next state to see the Grand Canyon for the first time.

And of course, many have to deal with physical limitations, just as I do. One of my closest friends, a woman in her 60s, just had a hip replacement. A lifetime runner and skier, she has had to ratchet some of that back. She decided to shift her focus.

Much of How We Age Is in Our Hands

Depending on how you and I superintendency for our white-haired bodies, we can exercise tenancy over the process. It’s not all dependent on genetics (actually, only a very small part of it has to do with DNA) or the lucky draw.  

There are many articles saying that exercise keeps our persons strong. Some plane go on to declare that skipping a few decades in our middle years and returning to exercise later in life can gain back the benefits we would have experienced had we never quit.

In fact, the benefits last far longer than we might have thought. You and I may not get our tiny waists back (if we overly had one) but we can live longer, better, and fuller lives for it.

So, should you start running marathons? Of undertow not – unless that’s what you want. But movement, of any kind, matters. It could be Gentle Yoga, Pilates, or just walking. It doesn’t matter, as long as you do it.

What Puts the Light into Your Life?

For some of us, just getting out of the chair to go outside and garden sets the world on fire. For others, it’s traipsing wideness Siberia by horse. Neither is a statement of status, but a story of stuff working and enjoying it. Each is full of its own challenges, pains, hurts, heartaches, and losses.

The question is, what determines a well-lived life for you?

We all deteriorate somewhat over time. We all have to make solatium for injury (my hand is up here) or periodic illness (my hand is moreover up here). But in no way do those things have to prevent us from pursuit our passion, setting goals, and living a very full life.

It’s your life, your one wild and precious life, the only one you and I have.

Find something or someone that inspires you personally. Ask how that speaks to the bird in your chest. Then ask, what on earth is keeping me from giving myself permission to do (as weightier I can, at this point in my life) what I most passionately wish to do?

What BHAG did you write this year? What is going to light up your life in a new way? How do you set goals that work for where you are, right now, that will requite you joy? Let’s have a conversation!