Today I Turned 40. Now What?

Sheesh, how did that happen? I was just doing this thing over here and I looked up and 20 years went by. Is it too late to become a glam-rocker? How about a disheveled beat poet? Damn, I missed my calling! I wonder what I should be when I grow up. The list of all the things I've always wanted to do is getting longer, not shorter. The more I learn, the more I learn there is to do and the more I WANT to do. But overwhelm follows close on the heals eager anticipation. What happens when there's too much to do and not enough time to do it? I stop doing. Take a deep breath. Sometimes I speak in jest to get the point across to myself. Sometimes I laugh to avoid the judgementy bits of what EGO insists is bad, bad, bad—wrong, wrong, wrong. Release the huge contraction that is the fear and pain stored in the emotional/physical body. Feel it, and release it. Instead of hoping, I am planning to have an astonishing new year. Filled with lots of now and lots less doing. Not less achieving, just more being. This is my promise.