I’ve just started reading Somewhere Towards the End by Diana Athill. In her 89th year she began an memoir about old age. This is a look back as well as a look forward at what age brings us–a broad view, more equanimity, often more positivity, and increasingly constricted possibilities. I won’t be a rock star after all. I won’t win any beauty contests or startle men anew with my long, shapely legs. People (younger) will increasingly ignore me when I walk into a room. Yet, there are advantages to these constrictions too, at least for me. I’ve suffered for all of my 65 years from too many choices. I see too many things I’d like to do, could do, want to do, even start to do. I knit sweaters and lose interest in the middle. I create book proposals and then don’t follow through on the books. I consult to large organizations and then drop the ball when some other interest catches my attention. In many ways age has required me to focus my energy and that is a blessing for me and those around me. What does age bring you that, on the face of it looks like loss, but might be blessing?