Navigating

Navigating at 57 is not that much different than it was at 17 or 37.  Or is it?

As complicated as it might have seemed back then (17 - how do I get me and my bright yellow 1971 Super Beetle from CT to CA; 37 - how do we raise these amazing five kids when we are so vastly outnumbered) today I seem to have an expectation of myself that it would (should - argh, that word...) be less complicated, easier.  In this moment, it is not.

New job.  New home.  New community.  New state.  New life. 

Everything feels new from food shopping to walking to talking with newly forming friends.

Navigating means allowing myself to be new. 
To laugh when I take the same wrong turn. 
To go solo to hit tennis balls when my hitting partner cancels. 

So it might all feel new, yet really...

Navigating means calling on the existing and growing strengths of foundation, friendship, and vision. 

Keep the solid foundation of love and life experiences...  and build on these.
Keep friends for life close by no matter how far they are; and ask for their support.
Keep clarity of and affirm, affirm, affirm the vision of what I want my life to be.

Navigating at 57 is different.