connect the dots

There is this awesome “thing” that happens as we age and it’s called gaining perspective. I liken it to one of those connect-the-numbers drawings. You don’t know what you have when you start, but as you move from each dot to the next, it becomes very clear what the final outcome is. Somewhere, for me it’s always about 3/4 of the way through the connect the dots game, this kind of delicious joy settles in. There is a sense of knowing. I can begin to predict where the next line will go based on the overall picture. I can still be thrown for a loop, but the feeling I have is one of more certainty and a kind of overarching understanding, that while I may not know the exact right next move, I’m at least headed in a direction that makes sense…has meaning…that I understand.

I am 53 years old and am at least 3/4 of the way through the picture. Here’s what I’ve figured out so far.