Who am I? What value do I hold? What am I good at? These kinds of questions used to give me the willies. They compelled me to search for answers that implicitly meeting someone else’s expectations. Scenarios like on a resume, in interview, or social conversation came to mind.
After being retired five years, I am more comfortable facing up to those existential inquiries. As such, I am less concerned about what others think of me. How I look, dress, or other material appearances – typical labels for socio-economical status.
Instead, I am okay with just being me. I don’t have to live up to others’ expectations. The only ones that count are mine. And I am okay with that. Years ago, I could not have said the same. What a contrast. Life has an interesting way of teaching.
Growing older is natural. It happens to everyone, everyday. Growing wiser is not.
What do you appreciate most about yourself?
Running with Buddha 