My Life At 80 Years Old

One of my life constants has always been to think of what I want people to say about me when I’m gone. Not that I necessarily care what they think, but because I care about what my life stood for. I care because I want to leave a legacy for my children, and my children’s children. I realize that what I do in this life doesn’t just affect me, but it affects those who come after me.

I want to be a woman who loved and served. These are the two actions I want to shine abundantly in my life. But I think if I’m being honest, they always don’t shine. Most of the time they barely twinkle.

Most days I find myself getting lost in how much money I will make this year. These are perfectly valid thoughts, and it’s great to have a plan. But they aren’t what I want my life to stand for. I want my life to stand for more, therefore, I constantly remind myself to keep the end in mind.

I have this crazy exercise I do sometimes. I close my eyes, and vividly picture my life at 80 years old. I think of what house I will live in, the kind of dog I will have, and how I will spend my day sitting on the porch reminiscing of my younger days. I will think so long and hard that sometimes I believe I’m an old granny. While my eyes are closed, I’ll think about how I wish I were young again. What would I do-over? Well, if I were 46 years old again I wouldn’t care what anyone else thought about me. I’d run, go crazy, pursue every outlandish dream I ever had. I’d love people like crazy because I’ve realized now in my old age, just how fragile and short life is. I would be the best damn friend anyone ever had, and I wouldn’t hesitate to help a guy on the street with a few bucks, regardless of where he was going to spend it.

My eyes still closed, if only I could be 46 again. Then I open my eyes, and to my surprise, I am 46 years old. My wrinkles are gone, and my old, tired body has been replaced by a young and vibrant woman. I put on my shoes, walk out the door, and head out into the world. But the air feels different and cleaner. There is a giddy-up in my step, I’ve been given a second chance. A chance to relive my early years. It’s every man’s dream. And today, it is mine.

If you could re-live today, what would you do differently? You’ve got a chance to make things right, make things better. Today!

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By Charlotte M

Being able to laugh at the end of an “unsuccessful’” day and being okay with not managing to “do it all”. It rocks!

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