I’ll answer this question about the passage of time. The older I’ve gotten, the more I see life as a gift to be savored and enjoyed, not rushed through. I enjoy each day now, rather than waiting impatiently for some future when things will get better or I’ll achieve some goal.
These are the good old days, as Carly Simon said 50 years or so ago.
Horse butts tell you the wind is coming from the west.
Today was windy and cool, but I stood outside and savored the trees and birds anyway. My freshly washed hair did suffer.
I could not have done this on purpose.
By making even the drudgery of the day pleasant, I pleased myself very much. I had a fun discussion about horse personalities with a Tractor Supply worker while we reassured the woman around my age who was being trained on the cash register that she’ll figure it out. Why rush to get out? I met two nice people, and the horse owner told me it was great meeting me.
I then had a perfectly fine time in the local grocery store, too. It’s amazing what treating people nicely can do for your day.
This is the perspective I’ve gained as I’ve entered my “crone” phase of life. I’ve still got lots more wisdom to gain, but I like where I am now.
The long perspective.
Horse report: Apache seems happy with his boots. Drew was fine until I tried to brush his tail and mane. Out came the teeth. Puzzling. Tomorrow is farrier day. We will see what that brings.