Recalibrating

Some days I’m 53, some days I’m 80.

On the days I’m “53” I don’t think about age or aging. I rush along with my plans and big dreams. I anticipate the future and the good things that will come. I spend a lot of time getting things just right. I go places and do things that are “fun.”

On the days I’m “80” I think about things more intentionally. When I was younger, the consequences of missing the bottom rung on a ladder or landing on the sidewalk were not pleasant but I never thought about breaking an arm or a leg. I’m at that stage of life where I’m starting to think about things rather than charging ahead. 

On the days I’m 80, it feels like permission to not fret about some of the stupid stuff I used to fret about when I was 53.

Doing my best to live in the wisdom of both.