James Baldwin inspires me. I only wish I could write as well, be as honest as he, maintain my integrity as he. When one attains a certain age – notice I said “attains” and not “becomes” – many little events occur that signal great changes, transformations are about to descend.
Physically, I learned of new limitations concerning activities I enjoy doing. I adored dancing ’til the break of dawn in my favorite Tango shoes. Now, I adore being able to sleep past dawn! My days begin so early – they have been commencing this way for many a year. I don’t need an alarm clock to awaken me, no matter if we’ve “Sprung forward or Fallen backward.” I, like, the rooster, greet the dawn before it has a chance to greet me!
I read a lot more nonfiction than the fiction of pulp. I adore a good scholarly paper way more than the “M” is for Murder genre. I read while riding the bus or subway. I enjoy in-depth conversations whether my fellow conversationalist is “cutting his or her first teeth” or whether he or she has just obtained a new second set of teeth ’cause they managed to leave the first pair in a glass on the bathroom sink at their son’s/daughter’s/grand-kids’ house!
I can sit still now. That is a skill I had to cultivate. Sitting still has revealed to me the wonders I missed while flitting about like a bee from flower to flower. I have learned Nature has a voice. It speaks slowly and softly.
Mostly, though, attaining a certain age permits me the opportunity to reflect, to look back and to look forward. Indeed, the best is yet to come!