Why is it, as I grow older and older, that life seems to get more wonderful and more wondrous. When I look around me, the reverse seems true. This is happening to me, I think, because I've ceased resisting change . This seems to be my key to not shutting myself out/off from the wonders of this planet. Change doesn't come easily to me--I've had to really, really, almost tear myself apart internally to set this inner change going. It isn't easy at all.
All my preconceived attitudes from early childhood are having to go. We were taught to go to Sunday school and church, stay married--not divorce; to honor father and mother--just to mention a very few observances. What a change in a half century!
Strangely enough, I agree with this freedom from repressive "thou musts." My whole life style is changing. I feel freer, more fun-loving, more interested in other people--not just myself and my little "circle." I find it a blessing to lead my own life as I love to lead it, yet stay in the framework of society. I feel I'm in the crowd, but not of it.
Now I seem to listen more to others' ideas, especially those of my children and grandchildren. They seem to move in a different world, speaking a language somewhat strange to me. Oh, have I had to "draw in my ears," when I'm sassed! The old "you should do this"--"you ought to do this"--seems not to work. A different approach is needed, I find--at least I get better results when I say "let me hear what you think"--rather than "do as I say, I'm in authority."