One day at a time

My daily experiences living authentically in society have left a deep impact on me. It has been extremely rewarding to slowly let down my guard over the years to become myself. At first there were many tenuous and meticulously planned outings in youth where you test your mettle but, as you learn to make use of childhood instincts you were compelled to abandon, you realize that you were made for this all along. 

This certainly hasn't gotten rid of any other issues in my life but it has provided balance and contentment at a level I had not expected. I stopped questioning why I was made this way and entered slowly into a new life as one tentatively enters a hot bath. You are hesitant at first but slowly acclimatize and feast in the comfort it brings you. I can think more clearly because of it.

The best feature has been the slow abandonment of a self-conciousness which plagues many if not most of us to varying degrees. You don't look around to see who is looking because it doesn't matter how you are being perceived. They do not matter because your life isn't their business.

This week I will be 62 and I realize that there is nothing left to repair other than take life one day at a time and be as kind to others as possible.