The Last Dance: Don't Stop Dreaming

What would you do today if you knew that, very soon, one of your dreams was going to come true?

Would you make a phone call?

Start writing?

Book the trip?

Plant the garden?

Call an old friend?

Take the first step toward something you've been putting off for years?

Or would you simply smile and say, "Well, it's about time!"

There is something powerful about having a dream and showing up for it every day, even when nothing seems to be happening.

Dreams rarely arrive on schedule.

They don't knock on the door and announce, "Today's the day."

Most of the time, they arrive quietly.

One small step.

One conversation.

One page written.

One application submitted.

One phone call made.

One afternoon spent learning something new.

One more attempt after the previous one didn't work.

And then there is another way to pursue a dream.

You can show up for it every day while sauntering through life, winking at the unexpected, laughing at your mistakes and giving out plenty of hugs along the way.

That's when something interesting happens.

You begin to enjoy the journey rather than simply waiting for the destination.

I think that is an especially important lesson as we grow older.

We are often told that retirement is the final phase of life.

The language itself can make it sound like we're approaching the end of a journey and should settle down, put our feet up and wait for the credits to roll.

I'm not buying it.

I prefer to think of our later years as the last dance.

Not the last dance because life is necessarily about to end, but because we have reached the part of the dance where we know the music, understand the rhythm and have finally learned that we don't have to perform for anybody.

We can dance our own dance.

For many of us, our younger years were filled with obligations.

Get an education.

Get a job.

Raise a family.

Pay the mortgage.

Build a career.

Save for retirement.

There was always something next.

Then one day we retired, and somebody handed us the strange gift of something we hadn't had enough of for decades:

Time.

At first, that can feel wonderful.

Then it can feel a little frightening.

Because once the obligations disappear, we have to answer a question we may have been avoiding for years:

What do I want now?

That's where dreams come back into the picture.

Perhaps you still have one.

Maybe you've always wanted to write the book.

Travel somewhere you've never been.

Learn to paint.

Play music.

Build something.

Volunteer for a cause you care about.

Reconnect with an old friend.

Spend more time with your grandchildren.

Start a business.

Teach someone what you know.

Or perhaps your dream is much simpler.

Maybe you want to wake up tomorrow morning and have a reason to get out of bed.

There is no minimum age for dreaming.

And there is no expiration date on curiosity.

So, imagine, just for a moment, that you knew for certain that one of your dreams was going to come true.

What would you do today to prepare for it?

Do that.

How would you celebrate?

Start celebrating.

Who would you tell?

Write them a note.

You don't even have to mail it yet.

Why would you be grateful?

Say it out loud.

Who helped you along the way?

Thank them.

And who could you help achieve something they still dream about?

Help them now.

That last question may be the most important one.

Because as we get older, our dreams don't have to be entirely about ourselves.

We have accumulated something incredibly valuable: experience.

We have made mistakes.

We have recovered from disappointments.

We have learned things the hard way.

We have discovered what matters and, perhaps more importantly, what doesn't.

Why keep all that wisdom locked inside our heads?

Pass it along.

Help someone write their first book.

Encourage the person who is afraid to start over.

Teach a grandchild something you know.

Invite someone who is lonely for coffee.

Tell a younger person about a mistake you made and what you learned from it.

Give somebody permission to dream bigger.

That may be part of the magic of the last dance.

You aren't dancing alone.

You are carrying people with you.

And maybe that's why we shouldn't spend our later years simply looking backward.

The past deserves to be remembered, celebrated and sometimes even laughed about.

But the past isn't where tomorrow lives.

Tomorrow is still waiting.

There are still people you haven't met.

Places you haven't seen.

Books you haven't read.

Stories you haven't written.

Meals you haven't shared.

Hugs you haven't given.

And dreams you haven't chased.

So don't wait for everything to be perfect before you begin.

Show up.

Take the step.

Make the call.

Write the page.

Buy the ticket.

Plant the seed.

Ask the question.

Say yes.

And while you're doing it, saunter a little.

Wink at life.

Laugh when things don't go according to plan.

Give out hugs.

Celebrate the small victories.

Help someone else along the way.

Because perhaps the secret isn't getting every dream to come true.

Perhaps the secret is loving the process of becoming the person who is still capable of dreaming.

And when the music eventually slows, I hope we can look back and say:

"I didn't spend my final dance sitting on the sidelines.

I got out there.

I danced.

I dreamed.

I loved.

I helped.

And I enjoyed the music while it was playing."

So, what dream is still waiting for you?

Maybe it's time to show up for it.

The music is playing.

Let's dance.

Keep Dancing With Life

Challenges in life don't always arrive with a warning.

Sometimes they sneak up on us.

A phone call we weren't expecting. A health problem. The loss of someone we love. A friendship that quietly disappears. A change in our finances. A spouse who needs more care. A move we never planned to make. A retirement that turns out to be very different from the one we imagined.

At first, we may wonder, "Why me?"

But perhaps there is another question worth asking:

"What can I do with this?"

I have come to believe that the challenges we encounter in life can become invitations to grow, change and discover something about ourselves we didn't know was there.

That doesn't mean every challenge is a gift. Some things that happen to us are painful, unfair and simply difficult. We don't have to pretend otherwise.

But we can decide what we do next.

And as we get older, what we do next often begins with communication.

One of the greatest challenges of aging can be becoming disconnected from other people.

We retire and lose the daily conversations that came with work. Friends move away. Some pass on. Family members become busy with their own lives. We may become less mobile. We may stop driving. Technology changes faster than we can keep up with.

Suddenly, the world can become a quieter place.

That's when communication becomes more than exchanging information.

It becomes a lifeline.

A phone call can remind someone they haven't been forgotten.

A coffee with a friend can turn an ordinary Tuesday into something worth remembering.

A conversation with another older adult can reveal, "I'm not the only one going through this."

And sometimes, talking about a challenge is the first step toward finding a way through it.

When we were younger, many of us had an interesting relationship with work.

We worked hard because we expected something in return.

A paycheque.

A promotion.

A pension.

Recognition.

And if we were honest, we often thought we weren't being paid enough!

But some people discovered something else along the way. Work wasn't simply about earning money. It was a way to dance with life.

Work introduced us to people we would never otherwise have met.

It gave us problems to solve.

It gave us opportunities to create.

It occasionally pushed us outside our comfort zones.

And sometimes, without realizing it, we became rich in ways that never appeared on a paystub.

We became rich in friendships.

Rich in experiences.

Rich in stories.

Rich in confidence.

Rich in knowing that we could make a difference.

Retirement changes the rules.

Nobody is necessarily handing us a job description anymore. There may be no boss telling us what needs to be done on Monday morning. There may be no paycheque waiting at the end of the week.

But life hasn't stopped asking us to participate.

In fact, it may be asking us to participate differently.

That challenge you've been facing might be an opportunity to learn something new.

That health limitation might require you to discover a different way of doing something you once took for granted.

That empty calendar might be an invitation to reconnect with people.

That problem in your community might be an opportunity to volunteer.

That story you've been carrying around for years might be worth writing down.

That person you've been meaning to call might be waiting to hear from you.

The dance continues.

We just have to learn the new steps.

And sometimes we stumble.

That's okay.

Nobody expects an eighty-year-old to dance through life exactly the way they did at thirty. The music has changed. Our bodies have changed. Our responsibilities have changed.

But we can still dance.

Perhaps the real danger isn't facing challenges as we grow older.

Perhaps it is deciding that because we are older, we should stop trying new things, stop meeting new people, stop asking questions and stop imagining what might happen next.

Don't let a challenge convince you that your story is over.

Let it remind you that there is still a story being written.

Talk to people.

Ask questions.

Tell someone what you're struggling with.

Listen when someone else tells you about their struggle.

You don't always need to solve the problem. Sometimes being willing to sit beside someone while they face it is enough.

And don't underestimate what can happen when two people start talking.

A problem becomes a possibility.

An idea becomes a project.

A stranger becomes a friend.

A setback becomes a new direction.

A difficult chapter becomes a story you eventually tell with a smile.

We spent much of our working lives trying to become financially rich.

Perhaps retirement gives us the opportunity to concentrate on becoming rich in other ways.

Rich in relationships.

Rich in experiences.

Rich in curiosity.

Rich in purpose.

Rich in laughter.

Rich in stories.

And rich in the knowledge that, despite everything life has thrown at us, we are still here.

Still learning.

Still connecting.

Still contributing.

Still dancing.

So, when the next challenge arrives, don't immediately ask, "Why is this happening to me?"

Take a breath.

Pick up the phone.

Talk to someone.

Then ask yourself:

"What might life be inviting me to do next?"

You may not like the music.

You may not know the steps.

You may even step on someone's toes.

But that's all right.

The music is still playing.

Keep dancing.

A Cup of Coffee, a Good Friend, and the Surprises of Life

No one asks the coffee bean how it became so rich.

It simply became something wonderful after enduring pressure, heat and time.

Life is much the same.

Most of us have been through a little roasting of our own. We have endured pressure, experienced disappointments, lost people we loved, changed direction, started over and occasionally wondered what on earth was going to happen next.

Yet here we are.

A little older. A little wiser. Perhaps a little more grateful for the simple things.

And one of those simple things is sitting across the table from a friend with a cup of coffee between you.

The best conversations don't happen when we are watching the clock. They happen when we put down the phone, look someone in the eye and ask, "How are you today?"

Then, and this is the important part, we need to actually listen to the answer.

We live in a world where communication has become remarkably easy. We can send a message to someone on the other side of the world in seconds. We can email, text, post, comment, like and share.

Yet sometimes, with all these ways of communicating, we seem to have forgotten how to talk.

A real conversation takes time.

It requires curiosity. It requires listening. Sometimes it requires silence.

And occasionally it requires another cup of coffee.

Funny how a two-dollar cup of coffee can leave you feeling like a million bucks.

But friendship isn't just about looking backward and remembering the good times. Good friends also help us look forward.

That brings me to another thought I've been considering lately: perhaps there aren't recurring themes in our lives as much as there are recurring choices.

We choose whether to reach out.

We choose whether to answer the phone.

We choose whether to accept an invitation.

We choose whether to remain curious about what might happen next.

And we choose whether to leave a little room in our lives for surprise.

As we get older, it is tempting to think we know how the rest of the story is going to unfold. We have lived long enough to recognize patterns. We know what usually happens. We have learned to be cautious.

But what if the next chapter contains something we couldn't possibly have planned?

What if a casual conversation over coffee introduces you to someone who changes the direction of your life?

What if an old friend calls after years of silence?

What if you say yes to an invitation, you nearly turned down and discover a new interest, a new group of friends or an entirely new adventure?

What if a stranger hears something you have written or something you have done and says, "I think you should meet someone"?

Life has a funny way of opening doors we didn't know were there.

Sometimes the most interesting things happen when we stop trying to orchestrate every moment.

So, when you imagine your future, don't visualize only the things you have carefully planned.

Leave some room for magic.

Imagine yourself laughing with friends about the bizarre chain of events that somehow brought you to an unexpected opportunity.

Imagine the phone ringing with an invitation you never expected.

Imagine meeting someone who becomes an important friend.

Imagine discovering that something you thought was a small decision turns out to be the beginning of a much bigger adventure.

And don't forget the coffee.

Because friendship often begins with something remarkably ordinary.

"Want to grab a coffee?"

That simple question can become an afternoon conversation.

The conversation can become a friendship.

The friendship can become an adventure.

And the adventure can become one of those stories you tell for years.

Perhaps that's one of the secrets of getting older: we don't have to manufacture magic. We simply need to remain open enough to recognize it when it appears.

So, call someone.

Invite them for coffee.

Ask how they are doing, and then give them enough time to tell you.

You might discover that they needed the conversation as much as you did.

And who knows?

You might even discover that the next surprising chapter of your life begins with two people sitting across a table, two cups of coffee, and a question as simple as:

"So, what have you been up to?"

The Coffee Shop

"Isn't it strange how you can find metaphors for life almost anywhere?

Take a neighborhood coffee shop.

Everyone arrives carrying something invisible. Worries. Deadlines. Loneliness. Excitement. Hope.

Some stay five minutes. Others linger for hours.

No one asks the coffee bean how it became so rich. It only became something wonderful after enduring pressure, heat, and time.

Life is much the same.

The best conversations happen when we stop watching the clock, look someone in the eye, and simply ask, "How are you today?"

Funny how a two-dollar cup of coffee can leave you feeling like a million bucks.