What Will You Become in Five Years

I heard the question on a podcast: What will you become in five years?

In pondering, I pull the marker closer: What will I become in three years? In three years I will be sixty... Sixty feels strange, unfinished, as if I don't belong there.

The world measures us in decades; I measure myself in days. I don't have the procession of time like a roller deck - the neat, predictable sequence. I simply live in the present tense. I wake each morning and live today. That has been my rhythm, my truth.

So what will I become in three years?

I will be the quiet person I already am, but less apologetic. I will protect my calm, honor my rituals, and carry fewer obligations that aren't mine. I will get simpler in my thinking, living and behaving.

In three years, I will reach a clear milestone, a place to decide again what the next three (or five) years will be. I will trust the unfolding when I get there.