When you get to be my age, every day is a “wonder,” as in “I wonder where I put my glasses?” There is a big question mark around everything these days. As I started this essay, I had to see what today’s date is. Not surprisingly, I was surprised to find out that today is June 2, 2024.

Okay, I do get more easily confused and my desk is more littered, but that is to be expected and accepted. I am moving into self-acceptance as I bump into the sharp corners of reality.

My friend Tami always advises waiting for the shift. I think that is akin to waiting until all the evidence of something is proven beyond a reasonable doubt, to use a legal term.

For example, I jump to conclusions a lot. Sometimes I can leap tall tales in a single bound. How ‘bout them apples?

I am decidedly too old to get my knickers in a knot about where my glasses are. Too old to argue the finer points of enlightenment, too old to do what I don’t necessarily have to do.

“Being” is the new” doing.”

All my life I have been a perfectionist and that is living in a toxic state. No one cares if I mess up; it is a self-inflicted penalty.

Instead, I will take the road less paved and head out for my own inner journey back to who I really am. And of course I will lose my glasses along the way.

Progress is waiting for the shift. Getting out of my own way and enjoying the shift from self-judgment to self-acceptance. Above me and below me, heaven awaits me if I wait for the shift.
No more shift hitting the fan.

Vicki Woodyard