According to the Economist yes - as you gain what people spend their lives pursuing: happiness.
When I read the article some years ago I thought are these guys kididing me?
Turning 47 myself this month I can confirm: It's not all over yet. And it becomes even better. At least better than in my early 40s if you know what I mean.
According to the Economist yes - as you gain what people spend their lives pursuing: happiness.
When I read the article some years ago I thought are these guys kididing me?
Turning 47 myself this month I can confirm: It's not all over yet. And it becomes even better. At least better than in my early 40s if you know what I mean.
http://www.economist.com/node/17722567
Old at 46? I know a few folk who are knocking 90 and still enjoying a glass, a giggle and the chance to wear purple.
It’s a poor heart that never rejoices whatever its age.
R.
Old at 46? I know a few folk who are knocking 90 and still enjoying a glass, a giggle and the chance to wear purple.
It’s a poor heart that never rejoices whatever its age.
R.
For me, happiness is not a goal. It is a condition to improve in my "way of life".
49 years old....the best is yet to come ! I like to believe in this.
For me, happiness is not a goal. It is a condition to improve in my "way of life".
49 years old....the best is yet to come ! I like to believe in this.
not there but: you bet!
by Kim McMillen
For many years I lived with a guarded heart. 1 did not know how to extend love and compassion to myself. In my fortieth year that began changing.
As I grew to love all of who I am, life started changing in beautiful and mysterious ways. My heart softened and I began to see through very different eyes.
My commitment to follow this calling grew strong and in the process a divine intelligence came to guide my life. I believe this ever present resource is grace, and is available to us all.
For the past twelve years I have been leming to recognise and accept this gift. Cultivating love and compassion for myself made it possible.
The following steps are uniquely mine. Yours will look different. But I do hope mine give voice to a hunger you may share.
When I loved myself enough I quit settling for too little.
When I loved myself enough I came to know my own goodness.
When I loved myself enough I began taking the gift of life seriously and gratefully.
When I loved myself enough I began to know I was in the right place at the right time and I could relax.
When I loved myself enough I felt compelled to slow down way down. And that has made all the difference.
When I loved myself enough I bought a feather bed.
When I loved myself enough I came to love being alone surrounded by silence, awed by its spell, listening to inner space.
When I loved myself enough I came to see I am not special but I am unique.
When I loved myself enough I redefined success and life became simple. Oh, the pleasure of that.
When I loved myself enough I came to know I am worthy of knowing God directly.
When I loved myself enough I began to see I didn't have to chase after life. If I am quiet and hold still, life comes to me.
When I loved myself enough I gave up the belief that life is hard.
When I loved myself enough I came to see emotional pain is a signal I am operating outside truth.
When I loved myself enough I let the tomboy in me swing off the rope in Jackass Canyon. Yes!
When I loved myself enough I learned to meet my own needs and not call it selfish.
When I loved myself enough the parts of me long-ignored, the orphans of my soul, quit vying for attention. That was the beginning of inner peace. Then I began seeing clearly.
When I loved myself enough I began to see that desires of the heart do come, and I grew more patient and calm, except when I forgot.
When I loved myself enough I quit ignoring or tolerating my pain.
When I loved myself enough I started feeling all my feelings, not analysing them really feeling them. When I do, something amazing happens. Try it. You will see.
When I loved myself enough my heart became so tender it could welcome joy and sorrow equally.
When I loved myself enough I started meditating every day. This is a profound act of self-love.
When I loved myself enough I came to feel like a gift to the world and I collected beautiful ribbons and bows. They still hang on my wall to remind me.
When I loved myself enough I learned to ask 'Who in me is feeling this way?' when I feel anxious, angry, restless or sad. If I listen patiently I discover who needs my love.
When I loved myself enough I no longer needed things or people to make me feel safe.
called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
When I loved myself enough I gave up perfectionism that killer of joy.
When I loved myself enough I could tell the-truth about my gifts and my limitations.
When I loved myself enough I quit answering the telephone when I don't want to talk.
When I loved myself enough forgiving others became irrelevant.
When I loved myself enough I could remember, during times of confusion, struggle or grief, that these too are part of me and deserve my love.
When I loved myself enough I could allow my heart to burst wide open and take in the pain of the world.
When I loved myself enough I started picking up litter on the street.
When I loved myself enough I could feel God in me and see God in you. That makes us divine! Are you ready for that?
When I loved myself enough I started writing about my life and views because I knew this was my right and my responsibility.
When I loved myself enough I began to see my purpose and gently wean myself from distractions.
When I loved myself enough I saw that what I resisted persisted like a small child tugging my skirt. Now I am curious and gentle when resistance comes tugging.
When I loved myself enough I learned to stop what I am doing, if even for a moment, and comfort the part of me that is scared.
When I loved myself enough I learned to say no when I want to and yes when I want to.
When I loved myself enough I saw beyond right and wrong and became neutral. At first I thought this was indifference; now I see the clarity that comes with neutrality.
When I loved myself enough I began to feed my hunger for solitude and revel in the inexplicable contentment that is its companion.
When I loved myself enough I could see how funny life is, how funny I am and how funny you are.
When I loved myself enough I recognised my courage and fear, my naivety and wisdom, and I make a place for each at my table.
When I loved myself enough I started treating myself to a massage at least once a month.
When I loved myself enough I realised I am never alone.
When I loved myself enough I stopped fearing empty time and quit making plans. Now I do what feels right and am in step with my own rhythms. Delicious!
When I loved myself enough I quit trying to impress my brother.
When I loved myself enough I stopped trying to banish the critical voices from my head. Now I say, Thankyou for your views' and they feel heard. End of discussion.
When I loved myself enough I let the part of me that still misses Kent feel sad instead of trying to stop her from loving him.
When I loved myself enough I began buying a hostess fruit pie for the teenager in me who loves them so. Once in a while, cherry.
When I loved myself enough I quit trying to be a saviour for others.
When I loved myself enough I lost my fear of speaking my truth for I have come to see how good it is.
When I loved myself enough I began pouring my feelings into my journals. These loving companions speak my language. No translation needed.
When I loved myself enough I stopped seeking 'experts' and started living my life.
When I loved myself enough I came to see how my anger teaches about responsibility and my arrogance teaches about humility, so I listen to both carefully.
When I loved myself enough I started eating organically grown food (except for those occasional fruit pies of course).
When I loved myself enough I could be at ease with the comings and goings of judgement and despair.
When I loved myself enough I was able to be treated to a $50 haircut and enjoy every minute of it.
When I loved myself enough I quit having to be right which makes being wrong meaningless.
When I loved myself enough I learned to grieve for the hurts in life when they happen instead of making my heart heavy from lugging them around.
When I loved myself enough I forgave myself for all the times I thought I wasn’t good enough.
When I loved myself enough things got real quite inside. Real nice.
When I loved myself enough I began listening to the wisdom of my body. It speaks so clearly through its fatigue, sensitivities, aversions and hungers.
When I loved myself enough I quit fearing my fear.
When I loved myself enough I quit rehashing the past and worrying about the future – which keeps me in the present where aliveness lives.
When I loved myself enough I realized my mind can torment and deceive me, but in the service of my heart it is a great and noble ally.
When I loved myself enough I began to taste freedom.
When I loved myself enough I found my voice and wrote this little book.
by Kim McMillen
For many years I lived with a guarded heart. 1 did not know how to extend love and compassion to myself. In my fortieth year that began changing.
As I grew to love all of who I am, life started changing in beautiful and mysterious ways. My heart softened and I began to see through very different eyes.
My commitment to follow this calling grew strong and in the process a divine intelligence came to guide my life. I believe this ever present resource is grace, and is available to us all.
For the past twelve years I have been leming to recognise and accept this gift. Cultivating love and compassion for myself made it possible.
The following steps are uniquely mine. Yours will look different. But I do hope mine give voice to a hunger you may share.
When I loved myself enough I quit settling for too little.
When I loved myself enough I came to know my own goodness.
When I loved myself enough I began taking the gift of life seriously and gratefully.
When I loved myself enough I began to know I was in the right place at the right time and I could relax.
When I loved myself enough I felt compelled to slow down way down. And that has made all the difference.
When I loved myself enough I bought a feather bed.
When I loved myself enough I came to love being alone surrounded by silence, awed by its spell, listening to inner space.
When I loved myself enough I came to see I am not special but I am unique.
When I loved myself enough I redefined success and life became simple. Oh, the pleasure of that.
When I loved myself enough I came to know I am worthy of knowing God directly.
When I loved myself enough I began to see I didn't have to chase after life. If I am quiet and hold still, life comes to me.
When I loved myself enough I gave up the belief that life is hard.
When I loved myself enough I came to see emotional pain is a signal I am operating outside truth.
When I loved myself enough I let the tomboy in me swing off the rope in Jackass Canyon. Yes!
When I loved myself enough I learned to meet my own needs and not call it selfish.
When I loved myself enough the parts of me long-ignored, the orphans of my soul, quit vying for attention. That was the beginning of inner peace. Then I began seeing clearly.
When I loved myself enough I began to see that desires of the heart do come, and I grew more patient and calm, except when I forgot.
When I loved myself enough I quit ignoring or tolerating my pain.
When I loved myself enough I started feeling all my feelings, not analysing them really feeling them. When I do, something amazing happens. Try it. You will see.
When I loved myself enough my heart became so tender it could welcome joy and sorrow equally.
When I loved myself enough I started meditating every day. This is a profound act of self-love.
When I loved myself enough I came to feel like a gift to the world and I collected beautiful ribbons and bows. They still hang on my wall to remind me.
When I loved myself enough I learned to ask 'Who in me is feeling this way?' when I feel anxious, angry, restless or sad. If I listen patiently I discover who needs my love.
When I loved myself enough I no longer needed things or people to make me feel safe.
called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
When I loved myself enough I gave up perfectionism that killer of joy.
When I loved myself enough I could tell the-truth about my gifts and my limitations.
When I loved myself enough I quit answering the telephone when I don't want to talk.
When I loved myself enough forgiving others became irrelevant.
When I loved myself enough I could remember, during times of confusion, struggle or grief, that these too are part of me and deserve my love.
When I loved myself enough I could allow my heart to burst wide open and take in the pain of the world.
When I loved myself enough I started picking up litter on the street.
When I loved myself enough I could feel God in me and see God in you. That makes us divine! Are you ready for that?
When I loved myself enough I started writing about my life and views because I knew this was my right and my responsibility.
When I loved myself enough I began to see my purpose and gently wean myself from distractions.
When I loved myself enough I saw that what I resisted persisted like a small child tugging my skirt. Now I am curious and gentle when resistance comes tugging.
When I loved myself enough I learned to stop what I am doing, if even for a moment, and comfort the part of me that is scared.
When I loved myself enough I learned to say no when I want to and yes when I want to.
When I loved myself enough I saw beyond right and wrong and became neutral. At first I thought this was indifference; now I see the clarity that comes with neutrality.
When I loved myself enough I began to feed my hunger for solitude and revel in the inexplicable contentment that is its companion.
When I loved myself enough I could see how funny life is, how funny I am and how funny you are.
When I loved myself enough I recognised my courage and fear, my naivety and wisdom, and I make a place for each at my table.
When I loved myself enough I started treating myself to a massage at least once a month.
When I loved myself enough I realised I am never alone.
When I loved myself enough I stopped fearing empty time and quit making plans. Now I do what feels right and am in step with my own rhythms. Delicious!
When I loved myself enough I quit trying to impress my brother.
When I loved myself enough I stopped trying to banish the critical voices from my head. Now I say, Thankyou for your views' and they feel heard. End of discussion.
When I loved myself enough I let the part of me that still misses Kent feel sad instead of trying to stop her from loving him.
When I loved myself enough I began buying a hostess fruit pie for the teenager in me who loves them so. Once in a while, cherry.
When I loved myself enough I quit trying to be a saviour for others.
When I loved myself enough I lost my fear of speaking my truth for I have come to see how good it is.
When I loved myself enough I began pouring my feelings into my journals. These loving companions speak my language. No translation needed.
When I loved myself enough I stopped seeking 'experts' and started living my life.
When I loved myself enough I came to see how my anger teaches about responsibility and my arrogance teaches about humility, so I listen to both carefully.
When I loved myself enough I started eating organically grown food (except for those occasional fruit pies of course).
When I loved myself enough I could be at ease with the comings and goings of judgement and despair.
When I loved myself enough I was able to be treated to a $50 haircut and enjoy every minute of it.
When I loved myself enough I quit having to be right which makes being wrong meaningless.
When I loved myself enough I learned to grieve for the hurts in life when they happen instead of making my heart heavy from lugging them around.
When I loved myself enough I forgave myself for all the times I thought I wasn’t good enough.
When I loved myself enough things got real quite inside. Real nice.
When I loved myself enough I began listening to the wisdom of my body. It speaks so clearly through its fatigue, sensitivities, aversions and hungers.
When I loved myself enough I quit fearing my fear.
When I loved myself enough I quit rehashing the past and worrying about the future – which keeps me in the present where aliveness lives.
When I loved myself enough I realized my mind can torment and deceive me, but in the service of my heart it is a great and noble ally.
When I loved myself enough I began to taste freedom.
When I loved myself enough I found my voice and wrote this little book.
You wanna bet life starts at 60, and you know how much I enjoy every second of it. It went too fast, dont know how it happened.
You wanna bet life starts at 60, and you know how much I enjoy every second of it. It went too fast, dont know how it happened.
You're only as old as the woman you feel...
You can enjoy life at any age if you want enjoy. One of my firend is just 27 years old and usually says to me that my life is moving without any direction. I am finished etc so it means life can be boring in 27 and after 46. So if you really want to enjoy i am sure one can get something intersting out of life.
You can enjoy life at any age if you want enjoy. One of my firend is just 27 years old and usually says to me that my life is moving without any direction. I am finished etc so it means life can be boring in 27 and after 46. So if you really want to enjoy i am sure one can get something intersting out of life.
Age is just a number on a piece of paper
Life is more than just a number
Start now!
:-)
Age is just a number on a piece of paper
Life is more than just a number
Start now!
:-)
At 41 I also try desperately to see the good side in getting older; and I agree, there are things that are better then at younger age. And life is far from over.
But if you believe life is better over 40 - you did something seriously wrong at 20.
At 41 I also try desperately to see the good side in getting older; and I agree, there are things that are better then at younger age. And life is far from over.
But if you believe life is better over 40 - you did something seriously wrong at 20.
I spent my teen years arguing with my parents and my teachers.
I spent my twenties arguing with my employers.
I spent my thirties arguing with myself.
On my 40th birthday, I finally learned to love myself 
and wondered (& reflected) why I spent so many years arguing with people! I met THE love of my life at 43.
Today, I just love my life, everyone I meet, my beautiful friends inside and outside of glocals, and all the people who let me into their lives and let me share it with them. "Free"'s post says it all - when you learn to love yourself, the whole world opens up ~ so life can "begin" at any age.
It's up to you ~ I just wish I knew then what I know now! xox
I spent my teen years arguing with my parents and my teachers.
I spent my twenties arguing with my employers.
I spent my thirties arguing with myself.
On my 40th birthday, I finally learned to love myself and wondered (& reflected) why I spent so many years arguing with people! I met THE love of my life at 43.
Today, I just love my life, everyone I meet, my beautiful friends inside and outside of glocals, and all the people who let me into their lives and let me share it with them. "Free"'s post says it all - when you learn to love yourself, the whole world opens up ~ so life can "begin" at any age.
It's up to you ~ I just wish I knew then what I know now! xox
by Kim McMillen
For many years I lived with a guarded heart. 1 did not know how to extend love and compassion to myself. In my fortieth year that began changing.
As I grew to love all of who I am, life started changing in beautiful and mysterious ways. My heart softened and I began to see through very different eyes.
My commitment to follow this calling grew strong and in the process a divine intelligence came to guide my life. I believe this ever present resource is grace, and is available to us all.
For the past twelve years I have been leming to recognise and accept this gift. Cultivating love and compassion for myself made it possible.
The following steps are uniquely mine. Yours will look different. But I do hope mine give voice to a hunger you may share.
When I loved myself enough I quit settling for too little.
When I loved myself enough I came to know my own goodness.
When I loved myself enough I began taking the gift of life seriously and gratefully.
When I loved myself enough I began to know I was in the right place at the right time and I could relax.
When I loved myself enough I felt compelled to slow down way down. And that has made all the difference.
When I loved myself enough I bought a feather bed.
When I loved myself enough I came to love being alone surrounded by silence, awed by its spell, listening to inner space.
When I loved myself enough I came to see I am not special but I am unique.
When I loved myself enough I redefined success and life became simple. Oh, the pleasure of that.
When I loved myself enough I came to know I am worthy of knowing God directly.
When I loved myself enough I began to see I didn't have to chase after life. If I am quiet and hold still, life comes to me.
When I loved myself enough I gave up the belief that life is hard.
When I loved myself enough I came to see emotional pain is a signal I am operating outside truth.
When I loved myself enough I let the tomboy in me swing off the rope in Jackass Canyon. Yes!
When I loved myself enough I learned to meet my own needs and not call it selfish.
When I loved myself enough the parts of me long-ignored, the orphans of my soul, quit vying for attention. That was the beginning of inner peace. Then I began seeing clearly.
When I loved myself enough I began to see that desires of the heart do come, and I grew more patient and calm, except when I forgot.
When I loved myself enough I quit ignoring or tolerating my pain.
When I loved myself enough I started feeling all my feelings, not analysing them really feeling them. When I do, something amazing happens. Try it. You will see.
When I loved myself enough my heart became so tender it could welcome joy and sorrow equally.
When I loved myself enough I started meditating every day. This is a profound act of self-love.
When I loved myself enough I came to feel like a gift to the world and I collected beautiful ribbons and bows. They still hang on my wall to remind me.
When I loved myself enough I learned to ask 'Who in me is feeling this way?' when I feel anxious, angry, restless or sad. If I listen patiently I discover who needs my love.
When I loved myself enough I no longer needed things or people to make me feel safe.
called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
When I loved myself enough I gave up perfectionism that killer of joy.
When I loved myself enough I could tell the-truth about my gifts and my limitations.
When I loved myself enough I quit answering the telephone when I don't want to talk.
When I loved myself enough forgiving others became irrelevant.
When I loved myself enough I could remember, during times of confusion, struggle or grief, that these too are part of me and deserve my love.
When I loved myself enough I could allow my heart to burst wide open and take in the pain of the world.
When I loved myself enough I started picking up litter on the street.
When I loved myself enough I could feel God in me and see God in you. That makes us divine! Are you ready for that?
When I loved myself enough I started writing about my life and views because I knew this was my right and my responsibility.
When I loved myself enough I began to see my purpose and gently wean myself from distractions.
When I loved myself enough I saw that what I resisted persisted like a small child tugging my skirt. Now I am curious and gentle when resistance comes tugging.
When I loved myself enough I learned to stop what I am doing, if even for a moment, and comfort the part of me that is scared.
When I loved myself enough I learned to say no when I want to and yes when I want to.
When I loved myself enough I saw beyond right and wrong and became neutral. At first I thought this was indifference; now I see the clarity that comes with neutrality.
When I loved myself enough I began to feed my hunger for solitude and revel in the inexplicable contentment that is its companion.
When I loved myself enough I could see how funny life is, how funny I am and how funny you are.
When I loved myself enough I recognised my courage and fear, my naivety and wisdom, and I make a place for each at my table.
When I loved myself enough I started treating myself to a massage at least once a month.
When I loved myself enough I realised I am never alone.
When I loved myself enough I stopped fearing empty time and quit making plans. Now I do what feels right and am in step with my own rhythms. Delicious!
When I loved myself enough I quit trying to impress my brother.
When I loved myself enough I stopped trying to banish the critical voices from my head. Now I say, Thankyou for your views' and they feel heard. End of discussion.
When I loved myself enough I let the part of me that still misses Kent feel sad instead of trying to stop her from loving him.
When I loved myself enough I began buying a hostess fruit pie for the teenager in me who loves them so. Once in a while, cherry.
When I loved myself enough I quit trying to be a saviour for others.
When I loved myself enough I lost my fear of speaking my truth for I have come to see how good it is.
When I loved myself enough I began pouring my feelings into my journals. These loving companions speak my language. No translation needed.
When I loved myself enough I stopped seeking 'experts' and started living my life.
When I loved myself enough I came to see how my anger teaches about responsibility and my arrogance teaches about humility, so I listen to both carefully.
When I loved myself enough I started eating organically grown food (except for those occasional fruit pies of course).
When I loved myself enough I could be at ease with the comings and goings of judgement and despair.
When I loved myself enough I was able to be treated to a $50 haircut and enjoy every minute of it.
When I loved myself enough I quit having to be right which makes being wrong meaningless.
When I loved myself enough I learned to grieve for the hurts in life when they happen instead of making my heart heavy from lugging them around.
When I loved myself enough I forgave myself for all the times I thought I wasn’t good enough.
When I loved myself enough things got real quite inside. Real nice.
When I loved myself enough I began listening to the wisdom of my body. It speaks so clearly through its fatigue, sensitivities, aversions and hungers.
When I loved myself enough I quit fearing my fear.
When I loved myself enough I quit rehashing the past and worrying about the future – which keeps me in the present where aliveness lives.
When I loved myself enough I realized my mind can torment and deceive me, but in the service of my heart it is a great and noble ally.
When I loved myself enough I began to taste freedom.
When I loved myself enough I found my voice and wrote this little book.
This must be one of the most beautiful (and longest!) posts ever on a glocals forum - but I'm copying and pasting it so that we can all share because it's also a very important post.
Read, digest, enjoy and "thank" Free for a beautiful post :-) and don't forget to love yourself - you're the most important person in the universe, right here, right now! xox
This must be one of the most beautiful (and longest!) posts ever on a glocals forum - but I'm copying and pasting it so that we can all share because it's also a very important post.
Read, digest, enjoy and "thank" Free for a beautiful post :-) and don't forget to love yourself - you're the most important person in the universe, right here, right now! xox
You can find the book (a booklet in fact) on Amazon France, Amazon Gemany (free delivery to Switzerland), and Amazon UK.
About the Kim McMiilen
by her daughter Alison McMillen, January 2001
My mother died in September of 1996, at the age of 52, only a few short months after writing this book. She was not ill and did not know that she was going to die. Her death was very sudden and it deeply shocked everyone who knew her. It has been very difficult for me, as well as her friends and family, to cope with live without her. She died too young, and I am aware of her absence every waking moment.
One thing that has made grieving for her more tolerable has been this book. Following her lead, I continued to publish it out of my home. It has been extremely rewarding work. I have received countless letters and phone calls from people all over the world who have been touched by the wisdom of my mom’s words. They tell me that they feel as though, through the book, they have come to know Kim McMillen. I could not agree more.
This book is my mother. Its message is hat she spent years mediating on, reading and writing about, and experiencing. It is everything she believed in, and everything she brought me up to believe in. it is her autobiography, her declaration, her soul.
Even though she didn’t know she was nearing the end of her life, she knew on some level that she had to express the things that she had learned to be true. After many years filled with self-doubt and self-criticism, she decided to devote herself to finding self-compassion. When she did, and was able to write her findings down for others to read, her life was complete, and sadly cam to and end.
I have a constant ache in my heart, a longing to see hear again in this world. She was an amazing mother, friend, writer, business consultant, chaplain, river runner, dog lover, neighbor and woman. Although I miss her terrible, I am comforted by the knowledge that, as this book is the truest expression of who my mom was, in its continued existence, what she had to offer to the world will live on.
Source: Gold Coast Yoga Centre
You can find the book (a booklet in fact) on Amazon France, Amazon Gemany (free delivery to Switzerland), and Amazon UK.
About the Kim McMiilen
by her daughter Alison McMillen, January 2001
My mother died in September of 1996, at the age of 52, only a few short months after writing this book. She was not ill and did not know that she was going to die. Her death was very sudden and it deeply shocked everyone who knew her. It has been very difficult for me, as well as her friends and family, to cope with live without her. She died too young, and I am aware of her absence every waking moment.
One thing that has made grieving for her more tolerable has been this book. Following her lead, I continued to publish it out of my home. It has been extremely rewarding work. I have received countless letters and phone calls from people all over the world who have been touched by the wisdom of my mom’s words. They tell me that they feel as though, through the book, they have come to know Kim McMillen. I could not agree more.
This book is my mother. Its message is hat she spent years mediating on, reading and writing about, and experiencing. It is everything she believed in, and everything she brought me up to believe in. it is her autobiography, her declaration, her soul.
Even though she didn’t know she was nearing the end of her life, she knew on some level that she had to express the things that she had learned to be true. After many years filled with self-doubt and self-criticism, she decided to devote herself to finding self-compassion. When she did, and was able to write her findings down for others to read, her life was complete, and sadly cam to and end.
I have a constant ache in my heart, a longing to see hear again in this world. She was an amazing mother, friend, writer, business consultant, chaplain, river runner, dog lover, neighbor and woman. Although I miss her terrible, I am comforted by the knowledge that, as this book is the truest expression of who my mom was, in its continued existence, what she had to offer to the world will live on.
Source: Gold Coast Yoga Centre
Age is just a number on a piece of paper
Life is more than just a number
Start now!
:-)
Exactly age does not matter, the way of life style matters.
by Kim McMillen
For many years I lived with a guarded heart. 1 did not know how to extend love and compassion to myself. In my fortieth year that began changing.
As I grew to love all of who I am, life started changing in beautiful and mysterious ways. My heart softened and I began to see through very different eyes.
My commitment to follow this calling grew strong and in the process a divine intelligence came to guide my life. I believe this ever present resource is grace, and is available to us all.
For the past twelve years I have been leming to recognise and accept this gift. Cultivating love and compassion for myself made it possible.
The following steps are uniquely mine. Yours will look different. But I do hope mine give voice to a hunger you may share.
When I loved myself enough I quit settling for too little.
When I loved myself enough I came to know my own goodness.
When I loved myself enough I began taking the gift of life seriously and gratefully.
When I loved myself enough I began to know I was in the right place at the right time and I could relax.
When I loved myself enough I felt compelled to slow down way down. And that has made all the difference.
When I loved myself enough I bought a feather bed.
When I loved myself enough I came to love being alone surrounded by silence, awed by its spell, listening to inner space.
When I loved myself enough I came to see I am not special but I am unique.
When I loved myself enough I redefined success and life became simple. Oh, the pleasure of that.
When I loved myself enough I came to know I am worthy of knowing God directly.
When I loved myself enough I began to see I didn't have to chase after life. If I am quiet and hold still, life comes to me.
When I loved myself enough I gave up the belief that life is hard.
When I loved myself enough I came to see emotional pain is a signal I am operating outside truth.
When I loved myself enough I let the tomboy in me swing off the rope in Jackass Canyon. Yes!
When I loved myself enough I learned to meet my own needs and not call it selfish.
When I loved myself enough the parts of me long-ignored, the orphans of my soul, quit vying for attention. That was the beginning of inner peace. Then I began seeing clearly.
When I loved myself enough I began to see that desires of the heart do come, and I grew more patient and calm, except when I forgot.
When I loved myself enough I quit ignoring or tolerating my pain.
When I loved myself enough I started feeling all my feelings, not analysing them really feeling them. When I do, something amazing happens. Try it. You will see.
When I loved myself enough my heart became so tender it could welcome joy and sorrow equally.
When I loved myself enough I started meditating every day. This is a profound act of self-love.
When I loved myself enough I came to feel like a gift to the world and I collected beautiful ribbons and bows. They still hang on my wall to remind me.
When I loved myself enough I learned to ask 'Who in me is feeling this way?' when I feel anxious, angry, restless or sad. If I listen patiently I discover who needs my love.
When I loved myself enough I no longer needed things or people to make me feel safe.
called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
When I loved myself enough I gave up perfectionism that killer of joy.
When I loved myself enough I could tell the-truth about my gifts and my limitations.
When I loved myself enough I quit answering the telephone when I don't want to talk.
When I loved myself enough forgiving others became irrelevant.
When I loved myself enough I could remember, during times of confusion, struggle or grief, that these too are part of me and deserve my love.
When I loved myself enough I could allow my heart to burst wide open and take in the pain of the world.
When I loved myself enough I started picking up litter on the street.
When I loved myself enough I could feel God in me and see God in you. That makes us divine! Are you ready for that?
When I loved myself enough I started writing about my life and views because I knew this was my right and my responsibility.
When I loved myself enough I began to see my purpose and gently wean myself from distractions.
When I loved myself enough I saw that what I resisted persisted like a small child tugging my skirt. Now I am curious and gentle when resistance comes tugging.
When I loved myself enough I learned to stop what I am doing, if even for a moment, and comfort the part of me that is scared.
When I loved myself enough I learned to say no when I want to and yes when I want to.
When I loved myself enough I saw beyond right and wrong and became neutral. At first I thought this was indifference; now I see the clarity that comes with neutrality.
When I loved myself enough I began to feed my hunger for solitude and revel in the inexplicable contentment that is its companion.
When I loved myself enough I could see how funny life is, how funny I am and how funny you are.
When I loved myself enough I recognised my courage and fear, my naivety and wisdom, and I make a place for each at my table.
When I loved myself enough I started treating myself to a massage at least once a month.
When I loved myself enough I realised I am never alone.
When I loved myself enough I stopped fearing empty time and quit making plans. Now I do what feels right and am in step with my own rhythms. Delicious!
When I loved myself enough I quit trying to impress my brother.
When I loved myself enough I stopped trying to banish the critical voices from my head. Now I say, Thankyou for your views' and they feel heard. End of discussion.
When I loved myself enough I let the part of me that still misses Kent feel sad instead of trying to stop her from loving him.
When I loved myself enough I began buying a hostess fruit pie for the teenager in me who loves them so. Once in a while, cherry.
When I loved myself enough I quit trying to be a saviour for others.
When I loved myself enough I lost my fear of speaking my truth for I have come to see how good it is.
When I loved myself enough I began pouring my feelings into my journals. These loving companions speak my language. No translation needed.
When I loved myself enough I stopped seeking 'experts' and started living my life.
When I loved myself enough I came to see how my anger teaches about responsibility and my arrogance teaches about humility, so I listen to both carefully.
When I loved myself enough I started eating organically grown food (except for those occasional fruit pies of course).
When I loved myself enough I could be at ease with the comings and goings of judgement and despair.
When I loved myself enough I was able to be treated to a $50 haircut and enjoy every minute of it.
When I loved myself enough I quit having to be right which makes being wrong meaningless.
When I loved myself enough I learned to grieve for the hurts in life when they happen instead of making my heart heavy from lugging them around.
When I loved myself enough I forgave myself for all the times I thought I wasn’t good enough.
When I loved myself enough things got real quite inside. Real nice.
When I loved myself enough I began listening to the wisdom of my body. It speaks so clearly through its fatigue, sensitivities, aversions and hungers.
When I loved myself enough I quit fearing my fear.
When I loved myself enough I quit rehashing the past and worrying about the future – which keeps me in the present where aliveness lives.
When I loved myself enough I realized my mind can torment and deceive me, but in the service of my heart it is a great and noble ally.
When I loved myself enough I began to taste freedom.
When I loved myself enough I found my voice and wrote this little book.
Oh My GOD, here comes a poetry. But this one is good.
I spent my teen years arguing with my parents and my teachers.
I spent my twenties arguing with my employers.
I spent my thirties arguing with myself.
On my 40th birthday, I finally learned to love myself and wondered (& reflected) why I spent so many years arguing with people! I met THE love of my life at 43.
Today, I just love my life, everyone I meet, my beautiful friends inside and outside of glocals, and all the people who let me into their lives and let me share it with them. "Free"'s post says it all - when you learn to love yourself, the whole world opens up ~ so life can "begin" at any age.
It's up to you ~ I just wish I knew then what I know now! xox
Exactly:
It took me until 46 to realize that life as an alpha bitch is not good.
Exactly:
It took me until 46 to realize that life as an alpha bitch is not good.
Exactly:
It took me until 46 to realize that life as an alpha bitch is not good.
The problem with being alpha - male or female - is that you continuously have to struggle to maintian your status. It's stressful power game, very narrow-minded in a way, hence the high rate of break downs among them. The alternative is not being subservient but being an omega and plays by different rules.
The problem with being alpha - male or female - is that you continuously have to struggle to maintian your status. It's stressful power game, very narrow-minded in a way, hence the high rate of break downs among them. The alternative is not being subservient but being an omega and plays by different rules.
The problem with being alpha - male or female - is that you continuously have to struggle to maintian your status. It's stressful power game, very narrow-minded in a way, hence the high rate of break downs among them. The alternative is not being subservient but being an omega and plays by different rules.
Omega! Tell me more!
it's not the life that matters or how old you are, that's how we experiment it.
it's not the life that matters or how old you are, that's how we experiment it.
Exactly:
It took me until 46 to realize that life as an alpha bitch is not good.
Being an "Alpha Bitch" isn't necessarily a "bad" thing, you just need to use it in moderation and in a positive way.
That way, it can be used to very powerful effect.
But yes, on a daily basis, it's a lot less exhausting and a lot more rewarding being an "Omega Lovely"
Being an "Alpha Bitch" isn't necessarily a "bad" thing, you just need to use it in moderation and in a positive way.
That way, it can be used to very powerful effect.
But yes, on a daily basis, it's a lot less exhausting and a lot more rewarding being an "Omega Lovely"
The problem with being alpha - male or female - is that you continuously have to struggle to maintian your status. It's stressful power game, very narrow-minded in a way, hence the high rate of break downs among them. The alternative is not being subservient but being an omega and plays by different rules.
A withering look and a cocked eyebrow can work wonders and takes very little effort.
Only took me ~35 years to figure this out. :-/
A withering look and a cocked eyebrow can work wonders and takes very little effort.
Only took me ~35 years to figure this out. :-/
A withering look and a cocked eyebrow can work wonders and takes very little effort.
Only took me ~35 years to figure this out. :-/
That's not an alternative, it's a disguise 
it's not the life that matters or how old you are, that's how we experiment it.
I totally agree to you that the way we do behave or experiment with our lives will make something interesting or boring.
I totally agree to you that the way we do behave or experiment with our lives will make something interesting or boring.
A withering look and a cocked eyebrow can work wonders and takes very little effort.
Only took me ~35 years to figure this out. :-/
The subject is 46+ here
I have an example of my uncle who is living his life in his style. He enjoys travelling, every year he visits to new place and he is almost 50 years old. Age does not matter at all.
I have an example of my uncle who is living his life in his style. He enjoys travelling, every year he visits to new place and he is almost 50 years old. Age does not matter at all.
The best is yet to come!
“Warning”
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. –
Jenny Joseph
Cheers, R.
The best is yet to come!
“Warning”
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. –
Jenny Joseph
Cheers, R.
I have an example of my uncle who is living his life in his style. He enjoys travelling, every year he visits to new place and he is almost 50 years old. Age does not matter at all.
hahaha, I love your post........"and he is almost 50 year old"
By the way, is your uncle single, free and available? He's a bit old for me but what the heck, summer is here and I have decided that age does not matter at all
hahaha, I love your post........"and he is almost 50 year old"
By the way, is your uncle single, free and available? He's a bit old for me but what the heck, summer is here and I have decided that age does not matter at all
I have an example of my uncle who is living his life in his style. He enjoys travelling, every year he visits to new place and he is almost 50 years old. Age does not matter at all.
I'm even older than you uncle, so perhaps I should go dig myself a grave.
However, the problem is that I'm far too busy enjoying the multitude of 40+ singles here in GVA, especially now in summer. (Remember that it's not only teenagers who enjoy summer flirts.)
I'm even older than you uncle, so perhaps I should go dig myself a grave.
However, the problem is that I'm far too busy enjoying the multitude of 40+ singles here in GVA, especially now in summer. (Remember that it's not only teenagers who enjoy summer flirts.)
No matter how old you are, if you have survived cancer, you learn to love life in all it's facets with all its ups and downs. Enjoy it whilst you can, never mind what age you are.
No matter how old you are, if you have survived cancer, you learn to love life in all it's facets with all its ups and downs. Enjoy it whilst you can, never mind what age you are.
I have an example of my uncle who is living his life in his style. He enjoys travelling, every year he visits to new place and he is almost 50 years old. Age does not matter at all.
I hope I will be able to visit new place once a year when I am 50, too.
Currently it's rather new places every fortnight
I think our Finance department would appreciate less travel expenses.
I hope I will be able to visit new place once a year when I am 50, too.
Currently it's rather new places every fortnight I think our Finance department would appreciate less travel expenses.
I have an example of my uncle who is living his life in his style. He enjoys travelling, every year he visits to new place and he is almost 50 years old. Age does not matter at all.
Wow you have an Unlce who is almost 50 !! wowo thats really old ...
If you are a “survivor”, be it of cancer or any other physical impairment, or separation in all its many forms, you learn to savour what you still have and to realize that youth, good health and good fortune are ethereal “gifts”. Hope can still spring eternal if you will only let it.
New every morning is the sun . . .
R.
If you are a “survivor”, be it of cancer or any other physical impairment, or separation in all its many forms, you learn to savour what you still have and to realize that youth, good health and good fortune are ethereal “gifts”. Hope can still spring eternal if you will only let it.
New every morning is the sun . . .
R.
Life goes downhill after 11 years of age
The best is yet to come!
“Warning”
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. –
Jenny Joseph
Cheers, R.
Another long poetry but it is good one. 
hahaha, I love your post........"and he is almost 50 year old"
By the way, is your uncle single, free and available? He's a bit old for me but what the heck, summer is here and I have decided that age does not matter at all
I wish but you could not have a chance this year as I said he visits new place every year. And now he is on a tour and I assume he must be enjoying weather and little bit hang out. Sorry, better luck next time.
I wish but you could not have a chance this year as I said he visits new place every year. And now he is on a tour and I assume he must be enjoying weather and little bit hang out. Sorry, better luck next time.
I'm even older than you uncle, so perhaps I should go dig myself a grave.
However, the problem is that I'm far too busy enjoying the multitude of 40+ singles here in GVA, especially now in summer. (Remember that it's not only teenagers who enjoy summer flirts.)
I did not say other should dig themselves. Well that's good you keep your self busy in so many beautiful activites, you know what i mean. Keep enjoying and have fun!
I did not say other should dig themselves. Well that's good you keep your self busy in so many beautiful activites, you know what i mean. Keep enjoying and have fun!
I hope I will be able to visit new place once a year when I am 50, too.
Currently it's rather new places every fortnight I think our Finance department would appreciate less travel expenses.
I wish the same for me that whether i'll be able to enjoy in my 40's or not.
Finance department is the bitter reality of our society. Everyone cannot enjoy the same as wealthy persons enjoy but one must save something to enjoy his life.
I wish the same for me that whether i'll be able to enjoy in my 40's or not.
Finance department is the bitter reality of our society. Everyone cannot enjoy the same as wealthy persons enjoy but one must save something to enjoy his life.
well well We All have been Younger one day and the Younger will be Old One day sooner or later?.....?
The important thing is how You feel with yourself if good then will attrack Good Ones and if You feel Bad then in the Contrary.....
Mr or Mrs Perfect does not exist?.....?
You can be very Unhappy at 30....and much happier at 50......all depends on sooooo many things?....
well well We All have been Younger one day and the Younger will be Old One day sooner or later?.....?
The important thing is how You feel with yourself if good then will attrack Good Ones and if You feel Bad then in the Contrary.....
Mr or Mrs Perfect does not exist?.....?
You can be very Unhappy at 30....and much happier at 50......all depends on sooooo many things?....
well well We All have been Younger one day and the Younger will be Old One day sooner or later?.....?
The important thing is how You feel with yourself if good then will attrack Good Ones and if You feel Bad then in the Contrary.....
Mr or Mrs Perfect does not exist?.....?
You can be very Unhappy at 30....and much happier at 50......all depends on sooooo many things?....
Well said it depends on the situation and condition of us at any age.
Well said it depends on the situation and condition of us at any age.
Wow you have an Unlce who is almost 50 !! wowo thats really old ...
I can have an uncle as so many people have what so strange in it and what is woww factor in it.
I can have an uncle as so many people have what so strange in it and what is woww factor in it.
For me, happiness is not a goal. It is a condition to improve in my "way of life".
49 years old....the best is yet to come ! I like to believe in this.
If you believe in this thing then it is good for you and your health. Because people usually feel low when they have nothing to do in life.
If you believe in this thing then it is good for you and your health. Because people usually feel low when they have nothing to do in life.
I certainly hope there is life after 46, as I celebrated that age in April!
Working in my job, I have learned that every single day is a gift, and we should appreciate it and make the most of it. That's why I am moving to Geneva next week and plan to enjoy every minute of it!
I certainly hope there is life after 46, as I celebrated that age in April!
Working in my job, I have learned that every single day is a gift, and we should appreciate it and make the most of it. That's why I am moving to Geneva next week and plan to enjoy every minute of it!
I certainly hope there is life after 46, as I celebrated that age in April!
Working in my job, I have learned that every single day is a gift, and we should appreciate it and make the most of it. That's why I am moving to Geneva next week and plan to enjoy every minute of it!
Well said and its true that this life without any abnormality is a gift and we should thank GOD for this. We need to live life with full courage in good and tough time.
Well said and its true that this life without any abnormality is a gift and we should thank GOD for this. We need to live life with full courage in good and tough time.
I have hope: This guy finished the Badwater Ultramarathon im Death Valley:
200 Kilometers in 40 hours at 50°: He is 63
Btw: The lady who won the 26 km glacier 3000 run (Gstaad area) told me she is 49.
I have hope: This guy finished the Badwater Ultramarathon im Death Valley:
200 Kilometers in 40 hours at 50°: He is 63
Btw: The lady who won the 26 km glacier 3000 run (Gstaad area) told me she is 49.
When I ran the Escalade, I was beaten by semi-elderly gentlemen aged 79. It was humbling.
When I ran the Escalade, I was beaten by semi-elderly gentlemen aged 79. It was humbling.
When I ran the Escalade, I was beaten by semi-elderly gentlemen aged 79. It was humbling.
Yup... When I did the Moleson via ferrata the first time we were overtaken by an elderly (65+) gentleman roaring past... And I've lost count of how many times I've been overtaken by pension-age people on hikes :-/
You learn not to have assumptions.
Yup... When I did the Moleson via ferrata the first time we were overtaken by an elderly (65+) gentleman roaring past... And I've lost count of how many times I've been overtaken by pension-age people on hikes :-/
You learn not to have assumptions.
life is simply how you live it yourself.... each day with a smile, for yourself, and the pretty babe that is at the next table....
confidence conquers all
life is simply how you live it yourself.... each day with a smile, for yourself, and the pretty babe that is at the next table....
confidence conquers all
life is simply how you live it yourself.... each day with a smile, for yourself, and the pretty babe that is at the next table....
confidence conquers all
When life throws you a lemon.... Buy hangover pills.
When life throws you a lemon.... Buy hangover pills.
But what to do if you're skint?
But what to do if you're skint?
(I have to pass that question on to the author of the quote)
Do let me know his magic answer. The bawbees are a bit low right now.
Ta ever so, R.
Do let me know his magic answer. The bawbees are a bit low right now.
Ta ever so, R.
You mean, is there life before 46? Yes, good one
I'm 47 so I've just passed that point. Some of the benefits of being 47 (for me anyway):
- I no longer care about career ambitions. I want a life, not a career,
- I stress less about things, and am more happier to just see which direction life goes,
- I'm less conservative and way more tolerant of other people and the things they do,
- my poor years are behind me. I'm not rich, but comfortable enough to do the things I want to do,
- I've got great friends with none of the stress from competing,
- I can remember when music from the 70s and 80s was truly great, rather than just the remixes and covers you see today!
I'm 47 so I've just passed that point. Some of the benefits of being 47 (for me anyway):
- I no longer care about career ambitions. I want a life, not a career,
- I stress less about things, and am more happier to just see which direction life goes,
- I'm less conservative and way more tolerant of other people and the things they do,
- my poor years are behind me. I'm not rich, but comfortable enough to do the things I want to do,
- I've got great friends with none of the stress from competing,
- I can remember when music from the 70s and 80s was truly great, rather than just the remixes and covers you see today!
I have hope: This guy finished the Badwater Ultramarathon im Death Valley:
200 Kilometers in 40 hours at 50°: He is 63
Btw: The lady who won the 26 km glacier 3000 run (Gstaad area) told me she is 49.
I have visited you link and i think this guy is an inspiration for those who do nothing even at the age of 50. And old man oops i do not think he is old, i would say this "young boy" has done a great inspirational work. I am worried this man is a human being or not.
I have visited you link and i think this guy is an inspiration for those who do nothing even at the age of 50. And old man oops i do not think he is old, i would say this "young boy" has done a great inspirational work. I am worried this man is a human being or not.
When I ran the Escalade, I was beaten by semi-elderly gentlemen aged 79. It was humbling.
I think after that you just stay away from those persons who have got age more than 70's. You may be worried that they might have some other talents.
I think after that you just stay away from those persons who have got age more than 70's. You may be worried that they might have some other talents.
