A hundred words

This morning I gave myself a hundred words. I'm giving them to you now.

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I’m old. My way of being old will not be anyone else’s way. I’m developing, learning, discovering. I’m finding out about other people and the world, about who I am now, and about living. I’m inconsistent, unreliable and awkward.

I’ve never known the future. The unknown changes as mind, body and context change. I feel less silenced by the past, and more silenced by the context. I have more to say and offer, and less capacity to say and offer.

Life is still a bundle; the more I unwrap the bundle, the more alive I am.