I just re-read two journal entries, one containing several unusual things I've done and another listing things I haven't done but coulda or woulda liked to. I'm struck by the fact that most of the interesting things I've done were done more than a decade ago, and the things I'd like to do have sat on my "maybe someday" mental list for years.
Was I really so much more interesting ten or twenty years ago? Does this have something to do with being a grownup with a mortgage? Why haven't I done more of the things I'd like to try? What am I so afraid of?
Was I really so much more interesting ten or twenty years ago? Does this have something to do with being a grownup with a mortgage? Why haven't I done more of the things I'd like to try? What am I so afraid of?
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My mother, on the phone this afternoon, reminded me that the aerobatic flight where she was a passenger was also more recent than ten years ago.
As I said to Mary below, I think I'm comparing my day-to-day existence now with selected quirky highlights from The Good Old Days.