A guest post written by Ken Girard who represents Christian Science in the media and in government lawmaking in Massachusetts
For a while, I’ve been what some may describe as a “senior.” Many moons ago, the only significance the category “senior” had for me was aspiring to be one when I was a freshman!
Well, anyway, here I am at what’s supposed to be a time in which limitations on your activities paint you into an ever-tightening corner.
But here’s something that I’ve found out. Maybe – just maybe – we don’t have to succumb to the dictates of aging. We don’t have to lie down and take it gracefully or otherwise. And I’ve seen first-hand the benefits of not capitulating.
Over the last twelve-plus years, every aspect of my life has become increasingly more active – including some new really physically demanding ones.
For decades, I led a fairly sedentary life.
But that all changed in 1999.
My wife, Carolyn, had been an avid cyclist before I knew her. And each spring after we were married, she asked me if I’d like to go with her.
I immediately refused. Why? At the time I was a pianist and composer and throughout my musical studies, I had been educated to believe that I had to protect my hands at all costs.
So each spring, I pulled out my litany of reasons why I couldn’t – including referencing this famous pianist or that. True to form, any time I did engage in physically strenuous activity involving my hands, I felt the adverse effects for several days.
Well, one morning while praying – yes, I do that a lot – it became absolutely clear to me that these two essentially spiritual activities couldn’t conflict. So that spring I asked her if I could try out one of her bikes. And 50,000-plus miles and 6 or 7 bikes later, I’m still going strong. And even though I ride with folks who are younger, I keep up with and some times exceed them.
Now here’s the interesting part. I’ve never had a problem with my hands since.
All it took was a change of thought.
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