It boggles my mind. At times, I think I’m so special. One Lone Ranger defeating every challenge coming my way. How creative can one person be? No one else could face all of my challenges: bad hips and back, losing my car in a huge parking lot, dysfunctional windshield wipers in a rainstorm, adult children who don’t listen to me, forgetting my neighbor’s name during an introduction, losing my glasses that are resting on my forehead. In each unique challenge, I came up with a solution. I galloped forward. Yes, I must be the Lone Ranger.
Wait a minute.
I’m not the Lone Ranger. This stuff happens to all of us. We all, after some consternation, figure things out and move on to the next challenge along our aging trail. I can’t speak for you, but I receive a sense of tranquility knowing I’m not alone. We can support each other.
You guys are part of my posse, and I will proudly stand behind you when your going gets tough.