I'm slowing down now. Little time to read in bed. When I'm tired, I must sleep. And when I wake, my steps are slower. It takes longer to complete each task. Thoughts don't come as quickly or as sharply as they used to. And yet I believe that this will be a good time of my life. I no longer like to hurry and so I miss less. I find myself pausing now to listen to the birds sing, to enjoy the healing quality of the wind on my cheeks, to appreciate the blue black calm of dusk and the night's silent promise of a new day. Things are much clearer now, youthful pains and passions calming and no longer blurring my vision. Hard feelings have softened, and a deeper acceptance and appreciation lives in me now for people and things, for myself, now I recognize what's truly important and what's merely artificial. Now I'm more patient, finding beauty that I'd missed. I let go of the pain that had stuck in my chest and weighed down my life. Anxiety is fading, and in its place, there's a new mellowness that's not unlike the soft white light that shines on the dawn.
Jelly