Oh my gosh. I know. Or when the phone runs out of battery, and you're like: I WANT IT TO BE UNDERSTOOD THAT I COMPLIED. But complied with what? Sometimes it takes me a while to realize that that step counter is not human.
I had so many trepidations about publishing this piece. And now I'm just so incredibly grateful to meet you and everyone else who has had this kind of conversation with themselves. Thank you, Tara.
I am right there with you! I broke my ankle and could not get out there, and I thought — Oh, please, please, please, give me a break. Show some compassion!
Oh, Kimberly, spare yourself. Just get up when you want to and walk where you can (that is safe) and return, your body refreshed and your mind unencumbered.
I love this, Paul, and I am grateful for it. The beauty of growing older has been beautiful to me, too — I spend my time in new ways (when not being silly with Steps). Making art, fewer words, air in spring. To beauty, always.
I am (truth be told) a very odd person. Sometimes that oddness becomes funniness. I'm so grateful (for me and for the poor people who live with me) when that happens.
Sixty-three is still young from my ninety-year-old perspective, so don't be spooked by who you used to be, or by someone younger than who you are now. You are now what you yourself are gradually becomming. Let it be just that and enoy the adventure of aging as the transition continues. Above all, treasure your memories as they secure your identity and accept it as it crystalizes. You no longer need the standards others set for you. That's the beauty of growing older.
A great way to talk about self judgement. I discovered if I hold my phone and shake my hand up and down it thinks I'm walking. I do that sometimes when I know I've taken steps without my phone. Why!?
I love when our heads and hearts know our bodies better than machines do. Thank you, Bernie!
You are not allowed to go looking for any of this. Look how happy and fine you already are! And: thank you.
Oh my gosh. I know. Or when the phone runs out of battery, and you're like: I WANT IT TO BE UNDERSTOOD THAT I COMPLIED. But complied with what? Sometimes it takes me a while to realize that that step counter is not human.
I had so many trepidations about publishing this piece. And now I'm just so incredibly grateful to meet you and everyone else who has had this kind of conversation with themselves. Thank you, Tara.
I am right there with you! I broke my ankle and could not get out there, and I thought — Oh, please, please, please, give me a break. Show some compassion!
I had not heard of that book, Heather. I am a fan of Eggers' relentless intelligence. Thank you.
neeeevvvvveeerrrr (again)
Oh, Kimberly, spare yourself. Just get up when you want to and walk where you can (that is safe) and return, your body refreshed and your mind unencumbered.
I love this, Paul, and I am grateful for it. The beauty of growing older has been beautiful to me, too — I spend my time in new ways (when not being silly with Steps). Making art, fewer words, air in spring. To beauty, always.
We must seize every single day now, for what it is willing to yield.
My gosh, Scott. Thank you. Just: thank you.
I am (truth be told) a very odd person. Sometimes that oddness becomes funniness. I'm so grateful (for me and for the poor people who live with me) when that happens.
oh my word. Well. I just found myself a new habit. (More truthfully, I will liberally borrow.)
Indeed it is.
Sixty-three is still young from my ninety-year-old perspective, so don't be spooked by who you used to be, or by someone younger than who you are now. You are now what you yourself are gradually becomming. Let it be just that and enoy the adventure of aging as the transition continues. Above all, treasure your memories as they secure your identity and accept it as it crystalizes. You no longer need the standards others set for you. That's the beauty of growing older.
A great way to talk about self judgement. I discovered if I hold my phone and shake my hand up and down it thinks I'm walking. I do that sometimes when I know I've taken steps without my phone. Why!?