I have a little banner in my kitchen that says, Dwell in Possibility.
I have always tried to do this, thinking that every day will reveal some exciting new thing. It has finally soaked in that things are going to remain the same or get worse. There isn't much excitement remaining when you become 89. It is what it is.
I am not complaining because I have had a big eventful life with
enough drama to be interesting. It is fun to speculate about the roads not taken. I don't regret anything but perhaps not always being as kind and loving as I should have been.