When I was 57, there was a day of reckoning. Truth be told, it ran longer than a single day. It was more like a series of “dark and stormy nights.”
The nest was empty, and while we were delighted to see our three sons flying solo with minimal turbulence, their need for guidance from us was dropping sharply.
Sometimes inspiration comes from unexpected places. One morning, I was working on this post, but the concepts weren’t gelling. Rounds of writing, editing, deleting and starting again from scratch ensued.
Human beings are naturally hard-wired to favor encounters and exchanges with like-minded people.
This website is proof positive of that inclination and it makes sense. Who else but another 60-something might grasp all (or most) of life’s intricacies than someone walking the very same journey?