Age and grace
We take a moment on TPV for a breath, and to admire people who should be past their prime doing amazing things.
We all know about Serena Williams winning the Australian Open while two months pregnant. Not only was she with child, but at 35 she should have been on her way out in what was always a young man's/woman's game. But there she is, still world no. 1, still playing as if she could do it until her 50s.
And today we have her sister Venus, 2 years older, having her shares of ups and downs, and still ranked in the top 10 in the world, making it to the ladies' Wimbledon final.
Meanwhile on the men's side, Roger Federer has found a fountain of youth, playing with a skill and verve we hadn't seen in a couple of years.
As my 48th birthday looms next Wednesday, I'm not fearful. I used to dread getting older. All the fun and joy of life would be gone. But I've found the exact opposite to be true. Now that I have gray hairs, I can appreciate life more. I have some store of wisdom to draw on, and can see that life ebbs and flows, but always goes on.
This is why most days I have equanimity about the Trump regime. Today we're living in a fevered dream. But the dream will end, we will awaken, and life will be better. This is a realization which comes with age, and having seen a thing or two.
This weekend I hope to watch Venus and FedEx hoist trophies. Give it up for the "old" people.
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