Happy Wednesday! One week from today, I will be on Holiday Hiatus for a week and a half. I am looking forward to family time, rest and time to sit in stillness and meditate on the new year.
I feel ignited and alive. I have never felt this way before in all my life. I have really worked through several challenging experiences this year. Each step of the way a new part of me emerged. Apart of this year was also letting go including letting go of a fear that would have kept me captive, if I allowed it to continue to keep it’s hold on me.
I am very happy.
While clearing out my email yesterday, I stumbled upon an email that I was going to blindly delete. I’m glad it caught my eye because it encompasses this energy that I experience every day.
The piece titled “Youth” is today’s Wisdom Wednesday. The them of the piece is that youth is a state of mind.
The older I get the more excited I am for each day. The more I see the beauty in the small and the more I seek adventures around each corner. I just choose to believe that adventure is in route to me always. I see my weekends and evenings as adventures, even when I choose to stay home and rest from time to time.
The mind is powerful and it shapes our perspective and creates our reality. Is your soul youthful or wrinkled?
“YOUTH” by Samuel Ullman
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.
Love, Stephanie – XO