I don’t know about the rest of you–but I get younger each year.
Now of course we could quibble. Obviously, these bodies get older. You can tell by the gray hair and wrinkles and other strange qualities which present themselves at the physical level as these birthdays pass.
And when we start feeling challenged with health-issues, those are definitely not fun.
However, I am not talking about that. The body shall age. We will experience–how many birthdays? 54? 65? 76? 84? 97? 102?–and then our bodies will perhaps simply decide they’ve had enough of this earthly existence and we shall drop away into our next existence. (Whatever that may be!)
No. I am talking about the inner zest. You see, the outer body ages. Everyone knows that. But the inner body–if you’re aware of it–is doing the exact opposite. It grows younger every year. Especially if we’ve been following our inner promptings, our deepest heart. Moving in the direction it beckons.
Younger and younger and younger…
What do you mean? you might ask.
What I mean is this: if you’re aging in a conscious way, growing and stretching and learning from this life experience, you will notice an inner “lighten-ing”. An inner softening. An inner growing younger.
You will find yourself less attached to physical things and emotional dramas. You will find yourself growing younger. More alive, less rigid. More expansive, less confined.
Less of a tendency to label the world in boxes of understanding.
More adventuresome. More wild & crazy! More flexible. More understanding. More wide open spaces. More of an ability to sit with pain and feel compassion for others who are suffering.
The inner self gets younger and younger, lighter and lighter. It grows more loving, more allowing. It stretches. It sings. It dives into Infinite Possibility.
It loves getting older, because it knows the secret: as the body shows its age, the inner self gets younger. It’s the law of opposites. Some of you know this, right?
Today, dear reader, is my birthday! I love birthdays. I adore birthdays. I have adored each birthday more than the last.
Last year’s birthday was the most spectacular ever–and this year I feel the promise of so much. I can remember when I turned 35 years old and thought I had died and gone to heaven. Thirty five! Who could reach 35 and be so happy? So much better than 18! So much better than 27! Thirty five was nirvana.
And fifty-three? Fifty three is exquisite! I am so excited about the upcoming year. Life is teaching its lessons so intensely now. The learning is exquisite. It is good to be on this planet and growing. I like the way everything is expanding and growing…younger…every day.