Today is the last day of my twenties. I am assured that the thirties, aside from hangovers, are much improved. When I started blogging a couple of years ago it was actually under the title of “Quarterlife Crunch”. As it payed homage to the journeys of a post-college 20 something in the otties (egads!). I changed it pretty quickly to my Down Dog Blog, once I realized that my life did in fact have more focus than I thought.
Entering a new decade of life I am taking stock of the last one. As a constant declutterer I am often all too eager to chuck it out and move on. I think an important part of decluttering is actually taking a look at what we are letting go of . What we leave behind is as important as what we take with us. And in one sense I suppose that what we leave behind is the legacy, the impact, the imprint. But I really mean what we shed and let go of. The world is to be embraced. We can’t hide from the world. But as we let go of what does not serve us the world become s a truer reflection of its best self, because ultimately it is a reflection of us.
I accidentally stepped on a snail the other day and heard the devastating crunch of its shell body. Peter assured me it would live on as a slug. I feel slightly bad for changing the course of the life of a snail into that of a slug. It was unintentional, but it had an impact non the less. Isn’t that just the way it goes? All these years I have been impacting people and things in ways I probably don’t even perceive or think about.
As I leave my twenties, I am leaving behind some self-editing, self-judgement, and self-restraint. But somehow seeking to balance that out with a refined perception of the world, so I can have more consistently thoughtful behavior. I have an impact, for better or worse, as each one of us does, whether we choose to accept it or not. So I am left thinking today, as I sign off to my twenties…
“What will you do with your one wild and precious life?”
– Mary Oliver