I’ve been journalling since age 13 – (back in the fifties!) – which I believe contributed to the fact that I am still alive at 74, and reasonably mellow. At least at times. In a sense, writing is sometimes akin to visiting a shrink; at other times like having a discussion with someone who might actually respect my opinion — or question it respectfully. It’s a pleasure, really. Think of it: no one talks back, diminishes me, or produces anxiety as I try to speed up or shut up because I can see I’m boring them.
And now, in the best of all possible worlds, I can question my own opinion, quickly do a google search and find a different point of view. It’s an incredible world, and I am so incredibly lucky to be in it. Sure as hell, I sometimes thought I should be out of it.
So now, as I enter the so-called twilight years (only a tiny hint of twilight on my horizon, but that’s it for now!), I am ready to share SOME of my thoughts and feelings. And as an ‘aging radical’, try to help change the world. And maybe on the side, explore the meaning of ‘twilight’…
Things I tend to care about: my relationships; my community; poverty; affordable housing; socio-economic trends (whoa!); politics; psychology/feelings; education, and ‘Mother Earth‘. What I am thinking about or feeling on a given day is somewhat dependent on what’s happened that day.