Aging as a Widening Path with Room for More Life

I woke with one cat curled around my left shoulder and the other pressed against the crook of my right leg. I felt the warmth of their bodies and the gentle pulsing of their breathing, and felt so grateful that I could simply lie there and take in the joy without needing to rush anywhere.

This got me thinking about what I love most about my wisdom years. I say “my” because I recognize that the wisdom years look different for everyone. Some of us live a hybrid life that allows us to work and play...