Blog post – Jan 5
I am sitting on the porch of my simple beach house listening, in one ear, to the sounds of cicadas so loud you can’t hear the person next to you talking, and the waves crashing on the beach, in the other…A low and constant sound that waves make…letting me know that the world actually doesn’t revolve around me..that if I die in this moment the waves will keep crashing with the same rhythm and sound they have since waves began.
I don’t know if it because I am getting closer to middle age but the sense of mortality and the total sense of luck of my own life is very strong. Every fitness and yoga session I complete is one of realizing my strength and power before I hit the downhill, even though I know people 10 years older than me, fitter and stronger than I can imagine. I suspect that suddenly you know that you can’t rest on your youth anymore to live hard and do what you like with no consequences. To be born in this society,. this country, to my parents, to such wealth this country has, opportunity and freedom is such a bloody privilege that I generally don’t stop and consider with any depth…I mean we all talk the shallow sound bites of “feeling grateful” but how many of us really do have that deep sense ofincredible luck that we drew the straw that saw us here…in Australia …living our lives with relative calm and kindness. and I am trying so hard not to waste it. Part of not wasting it means knowing how good you have it and trying to be truly grateful, in a knowing, non-virtuous, contributing way. That way is not being "virtuous" through a constant spewing of how awesome your life is through social media as some kind of social service to make us all feel bad even though the contradiction of trying to run a business through social media is right at the front of my mind. I still amaze myself that at 42 I wonder when I will do the splits even though I never have after 20 years of yoga....Imogen!! Get over it!
So the simplicity of waves crashing in the distance is enough to kickstart in me this need to make sure I am doing all I can to live now. I can’t tell you what that means to me, its really quite personal but I implore you to do the same. One of my favorite sayings is “let that shit go”. I think it takes about 40 years of living before you really get this saying but hopefully if you are under 40 you can also start to see that, the worry, the shame, the anxiety…its all for nothing…the waves keep on crashing, the cicadas keep chirping and we are here for a short time in the scheme of things so make “it” count.