Hahahahaaaa…it’s so true. Here in NW lower Michigan we only have 2 seasons: winter and July. But I know it is spring because of the light. Ah, the light. I do not mind snow; it’s beautiful. The cold is refreshing. But the dark wears me down. The relentless weeks on end of short dark days with tiny, fleeting moments of sun feels oppressive. Well, it is oppressive. And I deteriorate. I do my best to nurture my energy, but it dissipates quickly. And so by March I am weaker and meeker. And then the light returns…the days brighten and lengthen, as does my stamina – both physical and mental.

So flying west and driving east came at exactly the right time. As was spending time with a dear friend on that trip. It was very healing. My cat sure was mad at me, but he is considering forgiveness. He was well cared for and loved. Because I am old enough to know that anything can happen, I updated clear arrangements for he and my son in the event of my untimely death. That feels very freeing, and I recommend you do the same to the best of your ability. If at all possible, don’t leave that kind of crisis for your loved ones to deal with if you can help it.

Of course, I had no intention of dying. I’m not done here. In many ways, I feel like I’m just getting started at 71. I’m fortunate not to have any major health issues, and I wouldn’t trade my expensive education in the school of life. I wouldn’t go back for anything. Only forward. I was this many years old before I truly began to appreciate what a magnificent privilege this life has been, and is becoming. I am becoming.