Surely you've heard of the poem embraced by the ladies of the Red Hat Society. It's a sweet thing about the unacceptable things a woman plans to do as she ages...tossing conventions aside, including wearing purple.
I don't think I'll wear purple, but as I get older (and even now) I'm gonna pace myself better than I did in my youth. I used to run at work full speed for months then find my recuperation...sick in bed. So, as I get older, I'm gonna take more afternoons off. I'm gonna spend a couple mornings a week sipping coffee with my wife. And this coming Monday, I'm gonna take Presidents Day off and be with my family.
Tuesday morning I'll be behind on email. I'll have to ask someone for an extra day to have their proposal ready. I'll show up less than prepared to a meeting. But I will enjoy a day with my kids and my sweetie that makes all those fumbles worth it.
How 'bout you? For some old lady, the change is purple. For me, it's pace. And you?