What I find is not bad – which is to say “good” – is the freedom I have found to speak up for myself. And in many cases (though not yet all) I am learning to do so gracefully; I am still "becoming.". My sarcastic tongue of youth has been tamed – and as I look back on the times that I used that as a weapon – yes a weapon, cutting and sharp – I am ashamed. The years seem to soften us in ways that help us build up rather than tear down. This week I was offended by someone and my response was studied, thoughtful, and not angry. The reply was not exactly as I had hoped, but there was one that had meaning for me. As a result I have been able to move on in that particular relationship; it seems so easy. Feeling free to calmly, clearly, concisely give voice to that which was hurtful has healed. I see it as a great lesson, one that I hope will inspire me to continue watching for those things that are good about getting older…I know they’re out there!
[Aside] The snow cover is now down to “only” about two feet – lots of melting in recent days. Last night Nelly shuddered as we listened to thunder and saw streaks of lightning. Today it is cold and the wind is blustery (and it is not yet March!); it’s a good hunker down day.