A brief preoccupation with sliding into oblivion
Here's one I like--a bit classic and old-school, but then maybe that's the point:
"For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another
And as the evening twilight fades
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I always look forward to your newsletter, and this one is especially resonant and affecting. You might be advancing in years like the rest of us, but you are actively living, and that's what will keep you young in mind and spirit. Thank you for this beautiful piece.
Loved this. Love them all. But this one is just perfect. Thank you.
So beautifully written and so true. Let,s enjoy it all NOW and not when we are old.
Sending hugs and love.
Poignantly beautiful. Thank you!
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately myself (our own impending move for similar reasons is definitely part of it!). You put it so beautifully.
As always I enjoy spending time.with your storytelling
On this topic...I recently heard Chip Conley interview Arthur Brooks about Brooks's new book, which I intend to read: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/646134/from-strength-to-strength-by-arthur-c-brooks/
What a wonderful reminder that we all have so much to look forward to - even when we're "over the hill". Thank you.
Thanks for this, especially the bit about appearance. I’ve found myself sawing off a couple inches of my hair every few months with scissors better suited for kindergarten arts and crafts. I slop a little hair dye on the strands framing my face so that I can manage zoom meetings, but I’m sure people who stand behind me are aghast at the mess of colors. I can’t see it, so it doesn’t exist! Would I have come to this if there wasn’t a pandemic, or is this just the “beauty” of aging? We may never know…