I think it’s okay now. When I was twenty years younger I don’t think I knew what 73 would even feel like. However, practicality dictates that 30 years from now I probably won’t be mowing my own grass. It’s that kind of activity that makes me think about physical limitations.

I don’t think it’s maudlin. I don’t feel like it stops me from moving forward in any way at all. It does, however, bring into focus what’s important.

And I am immensely grateful that I have the privilege of living comfortably, and with as little drama as I do. Life is good!

Thanks for reading and commenting. My hope in writing is that someone takes away something of value.