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The Ambition Of Age
Less is more…
Today I begin my 75th year on earth — a sobering number, with fewer years ahead than behind. But in the morning quiet, I realize I’m no longer carrying a burden that has plagued me my whole life: the need to strive, to do, to stay busy. What I’m carrying is immense gratitude, and it is light as a feather on my heart.
I have been seriously decluttering. Everything removed makes space — space to breathe, space to appreciate what’s left, space for Spirit to move in my soul.
I suppose the ambition of age is a different kind of striving because it does take effort and intention: striving to be content with what I am, grateful for who I am, hungry for the day ahead, and open to letting love flow through me from Source to someone who needs it.
Happy birthday to me.
