When I Grow Up...
This photo is a manipulated version of a photo I borrowed from Sustrans.
I'm not sure if it is the fact that I turned the big five-oh this past fall, or maybe that my son is approaching college age, but I've been doing a lot of thinking lately (as if I didn't think enough already)...mainly on what I want to do with the second half of my life; what I want to be when I grow up. And it's interesting how your views change as you get a bit older (mine did). For me at least, I don't want to be defined as something. For so many years I was (and still am) a chef, among other titles. Everyone has their own personal labels, I suppose. It's like when you are at a cocktail party and uncomfortable conversation often starts with...what do you do? As if what you do defines who you are. I've mentioned this somewhat recently but I think I finally figured it out. When I grow up I want to be an old man. A really nice and considerate old man (to himself, others, and the climate); an old man who is full of inner peace...and sill rides a bike. This, I think, is a lofty aspiration that is achievable. It'll take some work (there's always work to do, often inner-work), but I think I can do it.
Urban Simplicity.
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I will be 61 next month. I have found that the search for contentment and the tranquil but active mind are the way forward, for me anyway.
Contentment means different things to most people but contentment IS NOT found in greed or consumerism.
Bicycling works,
DanT
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