A favorite line during my parent’s “senior” years was, “all my getup has got up and gone.” Is getup in part ambition?
When I started walking regularly this year, I wasn’t sure I would continue. I appreciate it as a one day at a time sort of mindset. After months of walking, my getup has become stronger. Helpful too that I dropped thirteen pounds.
Another expression, one I intensely dislike, is “fire in the belly.” Especially as a question. Do you have any more FITB?
If you want to end a perfectly good friendship with me, ask me this. I will immediately assign you and the fire to right field. It feels too all knowing, to controlling.
I heard a speaker say that the worst thing you can do for a smart kid is to praise them for how smart they are. Once they hear this, they become fearful of not measuring up, and lose their getup.
As a senior, I celebrate my ability to getup and go and will mourn its loss when gone. Ambition, on the other hand, I celebrate for its absence. I feel more mature having left it behind. Something has replaced my ambition that connects me more with the world, but I don’t have a name for it.