Accept what? Accept the fact that I really am getting old. That I am slowing down. I am no longer the Energizer Bunny. One of my friends was telling me about his excellent adventure. He went to Georgetown to buy shoes. And then to lunch with a friend. And he was back at The Asylum and in bed alone by 8 PM. That’s what happens. My big event today was the Old Lady Barre Class. Left me exhausted for the rest of the day. Acceptance.
Accepting getting old is different than accepting mortality. i.e., Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. Dead is a one an done thing. Aging is a journey that I am not too happy to be taking.
I am convincing myself that I could make this cat better if I had the “correct” paper. Yeah, right. Maybe the “correct” fingers and eyes.
Acceptance. Focus on what is left. Not on what is lost.
And what is left today is beer and pizza with FRIENDS.