This one may be for me, but I think you might relate.  I am amazed by how fast my fifties flew by.  I turned fifty just before 9/11.  Not only my station in life changed, but the entire world changed.  And time seemed to speed up.  Of course that is a factor of age I imagine and the vast changes in the world in general.  But it occurs to me that for most of the past ten years (age 50 through 59) I lived a somewhat distracted life.  Great things happened to me but they also happened to others in my life and in the world in general.  Things events all seemed to take my attention away from my own life.  Aha!

I have been meditating a lot about being mindful, about living mindfully.  Life is for the living.  60 is the new 40.  Be mindful.  Be aware.  Be present.  The last one is the one I seem to have trouble with.  Being present.  It seems people are constantly asking me about places or events I have been physically present at, but have no clear memories of.  That is worrisome.  Sometimes the memories come back.  Sometimes not.  I am on Catalina Island this weekend. I know I have been here before.  But when we first arrived, I couldn’t remember when or with whom.  That is of concern.

So as I begin this new decade...the seventh decade of my time here on Earth...I am cultivating mindfulness.  I will pay attention and I will be present...especially in my own life.  The journey is the essence of life.  It is as we walk we exist, we experience and we thrive.  The journey is indeed more important than the destination.  When we get there I do believe it would be imperative to remember how we got there.