Wednesday; August 6
Have you noticed that people in different stages of life see things in different ways. The older I get the more I see this being played out. When I think back on my zest for life in the first phase of life, I realize I was filled with hope and answers. I could see what was wrong and was apt to tell you what needed to be changed. As I settled into life in the second phase, I found myself trying to fine-tune how things were. We were in charge and wanted to hold on to the influence we had. Now that I am advancing into the final stage, I tend to feel out of touch. Things are moving quickly and often in a direction I may not appreciate. I may be in the same body, but I am definitely a work in progress. As I thought about this the other day, I got to thinking about what it was like back in the beginning. I remember being frustrated at the old fuddy-duddies that were raining on my progressive parade. So, as I head into this part...