Woke up this morning to a little sprinkles of snow. Didn’t amount to anything.
Soon the sun was out and I got my sorry ass out for a nice walkabout. No complaints at all. The sun was shining. There was no wind. Nothing was slippery.
A little reflection of getting older. I find that my focus has narrowed. As recently as BC (Before Covid), I didn’t see boundaries. I still had time to go everywhere, time to read all of the unread books that live on my Kindle, time to learn to make every origami model. Time to do everything. All I had to do was work harder and/or smarter.
Well, guess what? Nobody is promised tomorrow. And, I find myself consciously editing my life to fit into my perceived boundaries. And, also fighting the editing process. The old conflict. Plan like you are going to live forever. Live like today is your last.
Little things, like reading the books that I really want to read NOW. And not save them for LATER. Big things like getting my affairs in order. Little things like not buying a 5 year supply of conditioner. Big things like realizing that if I am doing to do the northwest passage and get off the boat, I best do it this summer.
It is as if every day has become more valuable. Every friend more precious.