One of the things I am learning as I grow older is that it is really quite a blessing to have a little less energy. It forces me to make choices about the things I want to get involved with and in. When I was younger, I really did rush in where angels fear to tread. There was no task, no discussion, no debate, not even any foolish argument I wouldn’t get into. As I look back, it was really silly. The catch is that I was raised to never say “no.” Of course, that’s not healthy at any age, but old habits die hard. Every once in a while I over extend myself and could kick myself in the rear end, but I vow to do better next time. I am not perfect at “next times” either, but I am gradually getting better. Maybe that’s the most we can ask of ourselves.