Days spent with people at different stages of life than you.
A day with a friend in her early 70's, watching her grandkids, skipping rocks and finding sticks at the beach, a nap on a log, photos, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, writing, warm breeze in the guest bedroom, homemade dinner (pasta sauce made last summer I brought along w/ me), patio supper, bath time, change my burn dressing with little eyes watching, picking up Jay at the airport.
I feel immensely relaxed and continue to feel my anxious mind start to unravel. I continue to try on new ways of thinking and being. Why have I been worried all these years about everything? That is the survival skill I learned and needed for decades.
I'm retiring it.