My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
A New Age, A New Self
About the time we are at ease being a particular age with a definite role it is time to change, to become a new person with a new age's requirement and role. If the earlier stage was not satisfying it can be a welcome change. If it was a more comfortable one the change may be less well received. Either way, it is time to say goodbye. A new role, age and self are waiting.
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