I learned something about myself today: My focus is on what I am doing now and what I am planning to do in the future. Don’t get me wrong, I am proud of the things I have done in the past - very proud. But, I guess my challenge is those things are behind me - and the best is yet to come. So, why talk about the past when the future is more relevant and exciting?
I am sure by now you are shaking your head and wondering where this rant is coming from.
It struck me, as I listened to a gentleman tell me that in the past he was able to do 60 one armed pushups, and another as he explained that he used to do 100 chin-ups - as I was saying, it struck me that neither of these men planned to ever achieve these levels of fitness again. In fact, the first man said he didn’t plan to ever do one arm pushups again, just too much effort.
Even Michael commented: “Why would he say that?”.
Good question that. Perhaps because he doesn’t think he can do 60 one armed pushups ever again. He is giving up.
One of the quotes I brought up when I was talking to the group of 75 and older gentlemen last Saturday is relevant here: “Sedentary, 70 year old men double their strength within three months of weight training.”
Double their strength.
At what point do we become old? My theory is that we become old when we quit seeing tomorrow as a chance to improve, as a time to get stronger, as an opportunity to do something new. In short - we get old when tomorrow is no longer a chance to do something, to find satisfaction, and happiness. To grow, to become more than we are now. TO LIVE!
Talking to a customer today - he commented that he could hear the joy in my voice talking about the clocks I love. He went on to comment that I clearly loved what I was doing and was very lucky to have found such happiness in my retirement, in as much as most people just “muddle along” waiting to die. His words.
It is times like these that I realize how hard it is to express - to get across the excitement I feel about my life - the next clock I get to restore, the next day in the gym when we will be working out on the gymnast rings, the chance to learn a new song on the hammered dulcimer, the next batch of bread I will make, the next time I see the shine in my ladies eyes... My life is full of tomorrow’s that remind me how glad I am to be alive.
OK, ‘nuff of the rant for tonight.