Monthly Archives: September 2022

The Grip Of Time

When we arrive at an age where there are most likely more years of life behind us than ahead, reflections come more often. At least that’s where I find myself these days. As I work to be present in today and live my best life, I find my thoughts traveling through the past.


It seems to start the moment I wake up in the morning and roll my body out of a horizontal position where all parts lie in relative peace and balance (minus occasional menopausal night sweats). Then feet hit the floor, I stand tall to take on the day…and gravity rears its weighty ugly head dragging everything south. I can stand in front of a mirror all I want practicing the litany of body lift, pull and adjustments I could invest in to turn back the clock only to let my hands drop and watch it all go back into its ever evolving state of existence.

That’s a small part of the daily physical reminder of aging. We can learn to accept and even love our body as it evolves, knowing it is the evidence of a life lived. The precious memories of playing football, or running a half marathon (hey, that was a monumental feat for me!). The scar on my ankle, the one on my thigh, the lumbar pain that erupts from time to time. The list goes on because my body has kept the score. I can’t go back and undo the damage I’ve inflicted on my body over the years but I can appreciate it for continuing to strum along providing me with what I need, even though I haven’t always done the same. So I let go of the grip gravity has on my body, adjust my wardrobe choices to camouflage the evidence, and practice being kind and gentle with myself.

What can be paralyzing is the grip of time on our psyche. There is beauty in aging and realizing the innate talents and gifts we bring to the world. We can become less concerned about what others think about us, more confident in what we want and need. We become more fearless in many ways. The rueful grip is recollecting the missed opportunities to use our gifts when we were younger, more marketable in the world we live in, when there was more time to cultivate and manifest the fruits they can bear. Sunday morning hikes with the dogs inevitably open up space for the memories of people, places and experiences to pass the time with me as if I’m walking through them all over again. The list of ideas undeveloped, and opportunities not taken, join me on those Sunday walks as well. The rueful grip of time.

The lesson I remind myself of is to reflect on the life I’ve already lived with laughter and gratitude. Making the choice to walk through those memories with peace of mind trusting that I was exactly where I was supposed to be when I was there. The path I did choose to walk is rich with all the fruits and flowers I cultivated. And they’re all just imperfectly perfect, for me. My body isn’t the same. My mind isn’t the same. But my soul continues to grow, and blossom, and help create new opportunities, new memories, and new beginnings. The grip of time can’t paralyze me.

If You Want To Know About Me

If you want to know anything about me, ask me about my son. You will learn everything you need to know. You will understand how I think, how I process information, and how I see the world. You’ll gain insight on how I address conflict, how I prioritize my life, and how I love. Just about every time I’m asked to share my thoughts or philosophies on something, I find myself relating it to parenting. Not intentionally, although I realize 22 years ago that being a parent has such a powerful impact on who I am in the world. Professional and personal decisions come with different levels of investment, risk, and reward. However, the approaches in leadership also have similarities. The assignment in parenting for me is about creating parameters throughout every step of development that offer our children the space to learn who they are, enjoy successes and navigate failures within guidelines of reasonable risk. Professional leadership is about creating similar parameters for team members intended to empower their own leadership development and growth. All of which are intended for those who look to us for guidance to one day grow beyond our support and become the next generation of leaders. Our children are beautiful teachers just by unconsciously inviting us into their perspective on everything from remembering to marvel at the sunrise when you witness them recognizing it for the first time, to seeing them process consequences and using the tools down the road. At a young age they look to us for guidance without asking. How we respond to mistakes and offer helpful tools can help determine when and if they come to us for guidance as they get older. Every experience they have with us growing up lays the foundation for the level of trust they will have with us as the decisions and risks in life become more complex. It can feel like a daunting responsibility, but for me, I chose to look at it as an invitation to be my best self. This hasn’t always been true for me. As a child I was reactive, emotional, and impulsive. As a teen and young adult, I was consumed with myself, what I (and only I) wanted, and thought very little about tomorrow, which turns out is both a blessing and a curse depending on the balance. Before I became a mom, I had only scratched the surface of what I am capable of. It was the moment I knew I was going to be a mom that I somehow instinctively allowed the wisdom of my soul to guide my life. As I grew as a parent, I began listening more intentionally to what people are most passionate about, and what they need. Today I am more deeply aware of every word that comes out of my mouth, and how I say what I say. I am more aware. And I am grateful.