As I've hit the 65plus age mark it seems that I cling a bit closer than ever before to schedules and plans. Being flexible used to be easy. Intent upon accomplishing some project or approaching my tasks in a certain order, if something through a wrench into things I found it easy to stride off in another direction. No problem!
Those days seem gone forever. There is comfort in knowing what is coming and when it is getting here. I work to keep my ducks in a row knowing that if one wanders I will either not notice or find myself concentrating on that one as all the others waddle off unsupervised. Changing schedules "on the fly" has become much harder to do. Once upon a time I could cheerfully abandon a days plan to be spontaneous. Somehow spontaneous has become a foreign concept. It brings up a knee-jerk emotion rather akin to a volcanic eruption - one I need time to acknowledge, mentally grasp, and finally process and deal with.
Living life a bit slower helps my brain have time for catching up with the world. Why is it then that around the time I reach where the world was - it has sped off to leave me in the dust?