Every once in a while I come to my senses and realize that I am still here (I’m in my 83rd year), hanging out, being me. And I remind myself, that is all there is to it. Waking up, getting our of bed, and take up being who we are, where we are, when we are, how we are, again, today.

When you come at it this way, you realize there is not much to it–just getting out of bed and doing your thing, as it needs to be done, here, now, no matter what, all day long, every day. Being us the only way we know how, day by day until we wake up and we are 83, still going strong. It is never more difficult than that–a great plan for the rest of our life!