Today starts the next 25 years of my life.
Of our life.
July 14, 2015 was our 25th wedding anniversary. Much as you’d expect, it was a day to celebrate. It was a day to take stock, laugh at (and groan a little about) the mistakes.
It was a day to enjoy a magnificent, luxurious lunch at an elite restaurant, twenty stories above Hartford, Connecticut.
It was a day to remember the good times, best represented by the two monster daughters we went out to dinner with that evening (and who paid for it!).
It was a day to have quiet confidence, love and appreciation for the perfectly imperfect partner you’ve spent all these years with…and to appreciate the fact she’s been will to put up with my perfect imperfection all this time as well.
And today is July 15.
The first day of the next 25 years.
We’re smarter, we’re wiser. We’re certainly older.
We’ve got more emotional and financial stability than when we were younger. That replaces the energy of youth.
And make no mistake, we’ve got plenty of energy to spare!
Here’s the truth…
Any day can be the start of the next phase.
Yes, 25 years is a line of demarcation.
There have been plenty of those along the way. In marriage, in health, in business, in finances.
Within our own spirits.
I’ve had them. Diane’s had them.
You can have them.
Just a matter of deciding to honor the lessons and the people of your past.
The choices you made that rocketed you forward, and set you back.
The situations that thrilled you, and that had you sobbing in your pillow in the middle of the night.
The people who’ve blessed you, who did the best they could, even as they complicated your path.
The ones who gave you quiet strength and love.
(And don’t be surprised if these turn out to be one and the same.)
Honor and appreciate.
Take the accumulated life experiences.
And turn the page.
Here’s the invitation to make today the first day of the next 25 years.