When I was looking for a name for this blog, I went looking in Google Translate. I already had landed on the Journey idea, because most of where I am now has been a portrait of the journey. Now I am heading towards this place called Fifty, I wanted to find a name for it... you know... other than Fifty. Fifty sounds... old?
I perused the translations for the word fifty in over twenty different languages and landed on a word that sounded more like a tropical destination than number. Kanalima is the Hawaiian word for Fifty.
Journey to Kanalima... sounds like a trip worth going on. Like a trip that's going to land you somewhere with palm trees, white sandy beaches, lots of water and dancing orcas. I figured that would be a journey worth going on.
So here is the thought for perusing... How do I make the next ten years something to look forward to? (Much like someone waits for a tropical getaway). I am more reluctant of the scary possibilities that await me, than I am anticipating the journey with joy.
"It's just a number!"
Is it? Is it just a number or is it a period of transition? If it was just a number, people wouldn't spend so much money on big fancy parties. There must be something significant about the jubilee year. I know I am past mid life. I had my mid life crisis when I turned 40... and I solved it by getting married at one day shy of 41.
Significance... now there is a word to sit on for a bit. Am I still looking for significance as I "Journey to Kanalima"? (Now my new code word for turning fifty). At forty I had published my first book. Its kind of hard to beat that milestone. Now it's ten years later and I am wondering what lays in wait for me, at Junction Highway #50.