I have a lot of work to do. Much of it on myself. I have more patience than I once did but still not as much as I need. One day at a time has always been hard for me.

 
The future is so real to me – the idealized future in which things are working better. I love aligning toward a purpose/goal. Then steadily and relentlessly moving in the right direction. I always think I am capable of doing more in a day than I actually can. I keep project lists because I need to check stuff off if only to remind myself to have a bit of grace. Like: “Look at this. You’re making progress toward that more ideal future. Crafting something useful here.”

“Visionary” I’ve been called. I think that’s what they call us “crafting future” folks. Propelled by imagination. Most of us have enough imagination to visualize some improvement in our lives. We call it hope.

 
Now that I’m older, I find it’s a different matter when I’m working toward a future that doesn’t include me. Imagining what those around me will need and want. How they will tackle problems and which problems will call out to them and propel them forward.

 
Time is a funny thing. Always both finite and infinite. As individuals we exist within a frame and a context. I’ve derived such comfort and peace from that sense of being a part of the larger human story. That larger infinite flow.

 
Age does allow us to move from the center of the story. And that is one of its best benefits.

 
Wrote this for me.