Getting Old

Unrelated (I think), I am finding a beautiful reprieve on Saturday mornings from the typical, daily requirements of these early-50s days of my life.  The option to choose what to do and when to do it is...liberating, freeing, relieving of something that I now more normally live under.  I get just as much done, but the option to choose when and how is like fresh air or what you feel like after a good night's sleep.  I can even stop to jot down a thought I might have because of the spontaneity of these moments.

I think what I am grateful for is the space of these mornings...and for the kind of fast that it is from the others.  Of course, I may just be getting old.