Live hard, love deep and dream big. That was the advice I received in a fortune cookie while eating my way through Nashville over the Easter weekend.
I stuffed it in my pocket and for some reason it keeps turning up – like when I reach in the pocket for my phone, the fortune falls on the floor. So I taped it to my refrigerator door which is where my house gets the greatest traffic.
I’ve lived pretty hard and never took very good care of myself – pigging out on chocolate and red wine – sometimes together. I’ve also loved deeply – being one of those testy folks who either loves or hates everything – no gray areas for this boomer.
The dream thing is what is catching in my craw. My dreams have changed so drastically in the past few months, but I’m not sure I noticed or adjusted my life to reach those revised dreams.
Suddenly, I crave peace, quiet and simplicity rather than non-stop excitement with which I tried to cram my days since college. I still want to hike the Appalachian Trail and shoot the rapids at Hell’s Canyon, but the comfort of my easy chair and a good book is what I look forward to most. I guess I’ve grown a little boring, but stress is no where in the picture and my friendships have grown deeper and my desires more basic.
Speaking of books, I just finished a delicious novel by West Point resident Bobby Cole. It is a thriller with lots of twists and turns that kept me up late last night to see how it ended. This is Bobby’s second effort – the first was “The Dummy Line.” Both are excellent and I’m wondering why I can’t come up with a plot to write a mystery novel. That may be one of my remaining dreams that just seems like too much trouble.