Things are off to a good start. I know there are many years ahead, but I am already feeling a bit stressed about how few years there are ahead. I remember once hearing a dear older friend lament that he no longer had the luxury of time to read a book more than once. There is work to be done and we are not getting any younger. Sometimes I feel like it’s a race to the end and I hope I finish all I need to do before crossing the finish line.
I’m so grateful for such good company all around me, every day, every year. We are all in this together.
