So, this morning, repeat. Wake early, Charlie impatient, scratching doors. I love this about Charlie, even when I'm tired and want him not to attack the doors with his sharp nails. I love that he has this energy and zest and that he's my great friend and we enjoy the same things: fresh air, fresh plants, sky, weather, the sea. It was a bright morning, and warm in the sun, so I swam and they sat peacefully in the sand and watched me. Supervised me. And they swam too, but not at the same time. I walked and I thought about last night's blog and feeling stuck, which means, waiting for a spiritual transformation. And so, I'm letting that process proceed inside me. I refused to let myself dwell on worry this morning, and why should I? Challenge your assumptions, Kelly, I said to myself. Think outside the box of your assumptions. Let there be a divine intervention. How about if you aren't the boss of the universe and you don't have to imagine that you could or should control outcomes? All this thinking out loud to myself made for a happy walk. Today was not a writing day. Company, which is fun. Deep conversations after dinner under a bright 3/4 moon and a fine breeze. A sea breeze. A fresh breeze for fresh ideas. I am determined to have fewer answers to any of the questions that preoccupy me. This is sixty. Bring it on: Change.