I’ve decided to live until I’m 130, and I’ve noticed that by making one shift in my way of thinking, the ripple effect is enormous. It means that I have over 90 years of my life left, which is the equivalent, in a way, of just being born.
How many times, through my life, have I thought: if only I knew this ten years ago. Now, in a way, I do.
All of this feels like a brilliant arena within which to discuss the ways our beliefs can limit us, and that with the right focus we can shift our beliefs to create a magical life.
My decision to live until 130 has been brewing for a few months. During that time – before the goal was specific and articulated – I found my attention being drawn to my own experiences of day-to-day life: my energy levels, my exercise routine, the food I was eating. I had a sense of wanting more, and of being held back in a way that I was frustrated by.
What was all of this?
The more I began to observe, (which is a practice of watching life as it happens, frame by frame) the more I detected something like fear. Though, this didn’t feel like the right word. I spotted a sense of futility too. But this also did not feel like the right word.
Now, I know this, all too well: the moment the mind becomes aware of an ‘intrusion’ and throws out ‘nerve gas’. I have learnt about my ‘defence mechanisms’. When I find myself grappling for the right word, I know this is when I’ve made a significant penetration into sensitive territory that my mind is trying to conceal.
So, here I was, feeling as though I wanted to push for more – really lift my roof off – and encountering fear and some sense of futility: two feelings I was limited by.
Yes, I was getting up early, putting time into my yoga and meditation practice, eating well, but I wasn’t really going for it in the way I wanted. Now, that I have decided to live until I am 130, I feel a long-term equivalent of someone who is training for the marathon. I have an understanding that I want to treat myself in a heroic way, for my entire life.
As a result, I’ve taken up Parkour, which is something I have wanted to do for a long time, and was afraid to do, feeling like it was too late to start something so difficult.
I asked the coach the age of people who came to the training days. He said that yes, a lot of them were in their teens, but that they had also had a 72-year-old.
‘It’s never too late,’ the coach told me.
I am exploring the way I feel about these stock phrases, which often elicit a kind of, ‘yeah, yeah, whatever,’ response. This is the grumble of the mind, not wanting to wake up from its cosy slumber and change.
I feel my own mind, clenching. All those years I wrote off any hope of having gymnastic ability because I didn’t start when I was young.
‘It’s okay,’ I now remind myself. ‘You’ve just been born.’
Are you ready to grow beyond your own limitations? Allow me to teach you how.