How much should a person accept the softening of the aging body, and how much should they fight it?
I’ve been mulling this over for quite some time now, like years. I keep trying to write about it (granted, most of the writing has only been done in my head), but I’m at a standstill, not sure what I think or what to think, let alone with any ability to write about it in a coherent manner (as I have beautifully demonstrated with that horrifically awkward sentence I just wrote).
So I’m turning the question over to you. Help me flesh (ha!) this baby out, will you?
About One Year Ago: The New Deal, in regards to marital disputes and potty-training.