What are you waiting for?
I am aware of the number of years, months, days stretching ahead of me, far less than those behind me. I know not the exact number, thus the time I do have must be embraced to its fullest. I must fulfill what I am capable of. To not do so would be ignoring my life's purpose. I would be dying with my potential buried deep inside of me.
I recall my mentor telling me that by not writing, not sharing my stories, I was denying others of my experiences. I was meant to write and counsel others and when I realized this was my life's purpose, I got busy fulfilling it.
Now, the realization did not come to me in my early years, although I did have a yearning to put words onto paper and had grandiose visions of myself being a writer. But, I buried these aspirations because my ego told me I was not good enough. It was not until I turned seventy and thought I had lost everything in my life, that my life's purpose became crystal clear. There was no turning back for me.
"Time waits for no man." Now is the only time that maters; it is the only time you have. So embrace the now. Truly be who you were meant to be. Do not waste the now, the precious moments where you can achieve what you were meant to achieve.
I recently wrote an article called "She did." it is about envisioning a ninety-year old myself in a rocking chair on the porch of my house regretting my past. I wonder what would have happened if I went back to school. I regret not taking the chance to write my novel. NO! Tis better to have tried. The road to failure is not trying.
It is never too late to reclaim your purpose. I am surrounded by thrivers, those in their seventies and eighties finding their passions. Because all we have is the present moment, we are making the most of it. We are not waiting; we are doing. Yes, on my gravestone, the words "She did," will be etched in stone to remind others to do the same.
What is your excuse for not being who you were meant to be?