Over the past week on vacation in Florida, I have fallen in love again. With wind, with sea, with freedom, with language. But most importantly, with time. I have fallen in love with personal time to care for my body, to dream, to think about what’s important in life.
As a result, on this first day of the new year, as I feel the cool Gulf breeze on my bare arms, listen to it rustle the banana leaves, brush sand from my toes, and smile at the kids anteing up as they play poker with Grandma, I’ve decided that for 2017, I’m not making resolutions. I don’t have specific goals for my personal life. I’m not setting a number of books to read or a number of pounds to lose.
Instead, I resolve to feel like this:
On this trip, as I watched our 68 and 70-year-old sailing instructors move spryly about the 22 foot sailboat, it struck me: I want to still be able to move that easily and feel that alive when I am in my 60s and 70s (and 80s and 90s).
So if I have any objective this year, it is this: enjoy life and remain active, not for vanity, but so that my body feels good and lasts while I do all this living.
Happy 2017. May you enjoy life now and long into the future.