It's easier living at 74 than it was at 50. I remember being 50. I worried about things that I shouldn't have fretted about. I often got too far ahead of myself. Rather than living fully one day at a time. Maybe I was worried that I wouldn't live to be 74. That I'd die before my time. When I was younger, I should have spent more time counting my blessings. It was a good time. But I didn't appreciate it enough. I worried too much. Rather than fully savoring what I had. I had Jeanne. A healthy Jeanne. And I appreciated that. But maybe not as much as I should have. Jeanne's gone now. Died almost 3 years ago. But I have another love. And I appreciate that. More than one might imagine. I relish life and love more at 74 than I did at 50. I have a better grasp of what's important and meaningful. Life experience makes a difference. The fact that I've lived well beyond 50. That's amazing. Sure, it'd be nice to be 50 again, and know what I know now. But to turn back the clock would probably mean turning back my whole being. I'd be that same person over again. So I'd rather settle for what I've become today. At 74. Because I'm better at capturing and savoring precious moments. --Jim