looking through a new lens

It's friday and it has been a busy week.
Monday. Three polish men breaking windows in my house
Tuesday. Planet art and business stuff. Attempting the Mountain Pose in yoga.
Wednesday. Sick teen at home. Soup, soup, soup.
Thursday. Bifocals

Well, it is true. Days away from 40 and I join the ranks of those who wear those spectacles that separate the women from the girls. Today I see better. Last week my sweet hubby and I endured tandum eye exams. His result was an expected slight hike in prescription. My diagnosis, progressive lenses. I had to stifle a laugh when the doctor first told me. Expecially when the term she used was "multifocals". I am not an expert on word developement and pc terminology but I know that this was the gentle way of saying BIFOCALS! The other word that was bantered around that I thought was amusing was "progressives". Upon receiving the scrawled paper prescription from the doctor, my husband (who was having a great old time with this) asked if progressives came with a free walker.

You think you know someone.

But really the joke wasn't on me, because I too found it histerically funny. The "J" in my INTJ runs so deep that it even has my physical demise scheduled. Aging like clockwork.

I do find it amusing, and I love stages and seasons of life. This is a good marker for the next one. I am going to be forty and there is cause for celebration. All the really hard foundational work in my life has been laid. Now for the fun. It may sound kind of strange or even smack of what some people term "mid life crisis". Truly it is time for celebration. No crisis here, just plans for what the next stage looks like.

Typically these times for me involve a whole lot of reflection. Sort of a personal inventory. Some might consider this a spiritual discipline. I have never been one for new year's resolutions. My reflection tends to be on a grander scale with larger time frames. It helps me review what amazing gifts from heaven I have received and what kind of steward I have been with them. It is a good time for recalibration. It also can be very humbling.

So here I sit typing these words peering through my new specs. A new look, a new view, and the anticipation of what the next stage of life will be. Who knows.