I’m on a mission to live 100 years.
I say it so often that my kids are expecting it. I’ve been asking myself:
– What will this require of me?
– How will I have to adapt, evolve and grow?
A good 100 years, too. I don’t want a home hospice nurse wiping my butt.
I have this vision of me with my grandkids and even my great grandkids…
This little life of a person that’s my great grandchild is running toward me. I’m one of her favorites, and she’s excited to see me.
I lunge low and forward to meet her mid stride.
I catch her with my arms outstretched into my hands and lift her and press her over my head.
I look up and she looks down,. We meet eye to eye.
Then I bring her into my chest where we embrace.
“I love you, Grandpa,” she says.
‘I love you, too,’ I reply.
I squat – ass to grass – to gently set her down to the ground.
All of it is pain free. It’s all joy and gratitude.
This is a small moment, perhaps THE small moment, of my future.
What millions of intricate steps do I need to take between now – I’m age 50 – and then?
Most of my posts are adjacent to this moment.