In some senses, it is true that there is a circle of life. People are born, they live, they die, other people are born and the cycle continues. As I have gotten older, it has become more apparent to me that life and existence, really, are linear. Everyone is on a trajectory unique to themselves with a beginning and an end, with unique stuff in the middle, too. History does not repeat itself other than in broad strokes. This seems to be a gift if it is embraced. It always makes me sad when I hear people bemoan their age. It does no good and there is better stuff ahead. I know that, but it seems hard to maintain that attitude all the time.
I think this has been on my mind because Lorena and I have struggled some to try to figure out what to do now that the kids are out of the house. Life is almost easier when options are limited. Right now, we have plenty of limitations, but many less than in the past thirty years. We will make some fairly big changes within the next three or four years that might include locations, work, school and, maybe even avocations. I think I am less worried now than ever about what I do than my attitude toward it.
Betty Blonde #398 – 01/25/2010
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