The sweet spot

Drawing by the most talented Amelia Grace

I’m almost 75 years old. Three-quarters of a century. How cool is that? Who knew I’d get here—still kicking, still feeling good. Truth is, I remember feeling not this good when I was a lot younger.

People love to tell me that 75 isn’t old. They’re usually 60 or younger. Only young folks say stupid things like that. Of course, 75 is old—and I love it. I earned the right to be here. I earned the right to enjoy it.

For 75 years, I’ve been hunting for the sweet spot. That place where balance lives. In helicopters, we call it Effective Translational Lift. I renamed it for life: Effective Translational Life—the place where you don’t have to work as hard, where living becomes effortless.

Every helicopter pilot works toward ETL, that moment when the rotor’s push meets forward motion,and the machine exhales,lightens,and rises, effortlessly.

That’s where I am now—seeking Effective Translational Life.

The place of balance.

I used to hate the word balance. I could never seem to hold it for long. But I’ve learned balance isn’t a perfect or a permanent equation—it’s a rhythm. It comes from listening. To others, yes, but also to that still, small voice inside.

That’s the sweet spot.

That’s the lift.

Find your own voice.

Live effortlessly.

Seek your Effective Translational Life.

Be Well ~ Be Safe ~ Be Happy

It’s a Jungle Out There

Deb Cox Wood, PhD, ND