When something is persistent, or insistent, it is demands attention. It sort of puts it out there, and then it either happens, or we move on. If it's meant to be, it lasts, and if not, then we don't begin again... we move on. We don't have time for all that.
Fifty sort of teaches you that . If you are where you are, you are supposed to be there. And if you can't hang, then you need to try something else. Yet if you have "sticktu-tiveness"..., you HANG.... You manage it. And you DEAL. It's one of those "grown folks" adages. Now, considering all with common sense, you don't stay in something that HARMS YOU. Or abuses you. Or ribs you of your dignity. YOU STAY WHEN it helps you to GROW. You endure. You knock it out And you BRING IT.
Because sometimes the things that GROW us. MAKE US.
When you meant to say something, you say it. When you mean to do it, you do it. You don't hold back, you are emphatic. That means as the free dictionary states: "you stand out in a striking (ly) and clearly defined way."
It appears for me, at least when you get to fifty you have that understanding. You know, the one that really just says: "What will be, shall be." Yet you know you can't fool around. You have to come full force. You have to come completely, adeptly, and you cannot "half- ass it." *( Yeah, I said that...) You know that really isn't a curse word, its just a form of being. I know someone in my life who told me a long time ago - ( names are forbidden.) That I half- assed it - all the time. I think "fifty " simply gives you full knowledge if you have come to that place and you realize WHEN need to do more. You also realize when OTHERS need to do more.
Should you always tell them?
( a resounding & emphatic....) No!
Why? Because its not always your job to tell them. Sometimes telling them could damage the relationship. That' s where wisdom comes in. And discretion. Discretion involves planning and being discreet. It means you have made some similar mistakes in the past, and paid for them. And you decided to turn from that way, and try something NEW.
There was a time in my life I thought I really knew someone had taken something from me. It was a teenager. and I practically knew if\t could have been no one BUT her. I had even devised a scenario in my mind, where I confronted her, and she would give in and admit she did it. I even walked out that scenario. Only o come to the end of that vision, and find out I was absolutely WRONG. I was not wrong when I confronted her , either. I was wrong AFTER I confronted her, went back home, and then found what I thought was stolen. My pride got in the way.
I thought I just knew everything, back then. And I walked it out because I just "knew" I was right. But boy, was I wrong.
Yes , indeed.
Taught me a lesson in living.
And taught me I was not God,, so I would never be completely right, even when I thought I was. Selah.
My head was SO, SO Big, back then. But I learned my lesson. Sometimes life is about lessons . Not knowing it all.
Hmmm....
My fifty years sometimes takes me back to that moment , and I realize that I have to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, because sometimes there's so much more to know.Hang out with me as I share wisdom for the days... I am counting down to my Fifty days of Fifty years old by writing about how I know I have arrived. Join me at #50DaysToFifty hashtag on Instagram or Facebook.
