I have been fixated on this idea today:
One of the benefits of aging, or maybe just of doing a lot of yoga, is the lack of panic as I move through life. Something about a conversation I had at a Memorial Day gathering yesterday – there was a comment about how much life one must live before there is something of value about which to write – got me thinking about this, the ease of life. There was a time when a troubled relationship or job or other circumstance would cause panic: what’s next? What do I do? Stay or go? Now? Later? Soon? In the past few years I have developed an awareness of the movement of things, which is a nice, unexpected plum to go with my gray hair. Instead of panic, a difficult situation inspires patience over everything else. It’s not that I don’t get annoyed and frustrated, but it is just not at the frenzied level I once held.
Of course, with the lack of panic about the small things AND the big things as I get a little older and a little wiser, there is plenty of room for panic about things like MORTALITY. I’m working on that one.
