...from too many errors in judgment, too many lonely days and nights. I haven't yet figured out how to be middle-aged, wise and content. I have the middle-aged part down, though.
I wonder if other people sometimes feel that the older they get, the less they know. At times I look back on my youth as a time when I had more wisdom: the wisdom of hope and curiosity, the energy to pursue new learning and adventures. These days, the energy to slog through a work-day seems to be all I have.
I wish tonight for someone to come home to. The proverbial light in the window would be so nice! Right now I just don't have the energy to light my own lamp.