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.