I've just had a birthday. I've lived a long time. It's funny, but I'm enjoying life more and more. It's rather strange to me, too. When I examine this conclusion, I find the answer--I want less and less of prestige, money, running around activities, rich food, expensive pastimes.
I seem to be enjoying myself more. Since widowhood, I've had to adjust to more and more hours alone. Throwing myself into another marriage didn't appeal to me. Necessity caused me to examine myself more--what caused me to be thrilled by just living?
Living simply, frugally is vital to me. Frugality doesn't mean stinginess to me--it means not to waste things--like throwing away good food (my Lab gets some, and my mulch pile some!), not buying new clothes that I really don't need or want--to be "in." Rather, as now, I'm resurrecting clothes from 25 years ago (I kept these tailored suits and dresses because the materials were superb--and they are now in fashion!) and I'm staying in my 50-year-old house (instead of moving to a swank condo), and remodeling, repairing, rearranging the antique furniture--to name a few improvements. All these activities help me to live frugally. I like the feeling that comes from not wasting!