In an era where calls for personal responsibility are becoming more popular, I would love to hear our President and elected officials call on Americans to lay off the burgers, sodas, fries, white bread and cheese dip and get out for a morning walk or evening yoga class.
I step outside into the cold night air and look up at the stars, thinking about the countless generations of ancestors who’ve done the same — some of them sleepless with worry, perhaps, but more of them called by the mystery and beauty of the night sky to look up, to notice, to feel lucky to be in this particular place and time, and to feel the wonder of being alive.
Looking back 10 years from now, I believe we’ll all be struck not so much by how forward thinking and revolutionary these contemporary medical approaches were, but that any of us were ever remotely satisfied with a medical system that did not embrace these self-evident values.
OK, I realize I’m dating myself here, but I’m hoping that at least some of you will join me in remembering that cult classic kids’ album Free to Be...You and Me . Masterminded by Marlo Thomas and Friends, and accompanied by a singalong book, it was played endlessly (to some parents’ chagrin) by a whole generation of kids in the ’70s, and as a result, it permeated our collective memory.
It’s only by showing up fully for what’s going on in our lives right here and now — and for the choices and commitments that we’ve decided are important to us — that we get to collect on the glowy, energizing, feel-good satisfaction that makes life worthwhile.
Last year, I made a weird resolution. I guess it was typical in one respect - that it was intended to end a bad habit and thereby improve my life. But it was also a little odd in that the resolution only pertained to the conversations in my head. I made no commitment to change any of my outward behaviors.