I'm still in the workout clothes that I sweated through at 6 a.m.. My hair hasn't been washed in days. I don't have time for this. But for some reason, one day last week, I did something different.
Like everyone at this stage, I have a choice. Do I take the path of least resistance and slide into oblivion and an inconsequential old age? Or do I reinvigorate myself? This might mean reinventing myself if I discover that the contribution I am making lacks adequate meaning.