Spring Waxing Flower Moon
I’m ready. What a phrase. So innocent. Three words. Could be I’m ready to dance. I’m ready to walk. I’m ready to go all the way. I’m ready to quit. I’m ready to start. I’m ready to rumble.
This phrase came into focus for me when Dick, a colleague of Kate’s with multiple myeloma, said, after a visit from his financial planner, “I’m ready.” I’m ready to die.
I’m ready indicates an inflection point in our life, a moment when a decision turns from option to choice. We signal our willingness to execute, to act. To dance. To walk. To quit. To die.
I’m ready could be a creed, a three word existentialist philosophy. It means I’ve made up my mind. Just me. No one else. I’m responsible for what happens next.
I’m ready to cross the Rubicon. I’m ready to drive. I’m ready to fly. I’m ready to go to college. Get married. Have a child. Retire.
As I grow older, a lot of the simpler things now appear profound. I’m ready is one of them. Watch for the next time you or a friend or loved one say it. Something important may be about to happen.