I have been noticing different things now that I am eighty.
For example, in ten years I will be ninety. During this decade I will go from being old to being "old-old," that is, if I am lucky. And lately, friends tell me about a lot more falls and cancer diagnoses and a lot fewer new adventures.
I see that my generation’s children are middle-aged now. They are watching their waistlines expand and their nests empty. They are thinking about last chances to have the career of their dreams.
And I am paying attention to our generation’s grandchildren and their challenges. I hate that their schools have become war zones and that their backpacks have to be bulletproof. They deserve to be playful and carefree.
In my eighties I don't plan to forgo adventure. I also don't plan to fall. We’ll see how that works out.