Getting older is not a linear descent into decrepitude, but rather an exercise in letting go of what I think I know.

Changing a habit or two is something tangible, a way of doing something personally to interrupt the rumination – both personal and societal.

I am almost the same age of what, in my grandparents’ time, constituted old age. A recent birthday reminded me that facing facts and changing some habits might be a fine idea. But what to do?