Friday, May 10, 2019

Transition from Arizona to New York

Transitions become more difficult as I age.  I get that. My body is less flexible and my mind is also a bit less agile. I try to keep my daily life to a healthy exercise, food and sleep routine, punctuated by interesting events and people. I am stressed beyond belief by the news on a daily basis. I limit my exposure to early morning and early evening news reports in order to keep my sanity. I write to my congress people, I donate money and I march for women's rights and action on climate change when I can.
 As I write this, the transition in my life is from Arizona to New York which I am indeed lucky to experience each year in the springtime.
When I arrived last week, it was rainy, but walking  in Central Park I was overwhelmed by the lush green of the grass, the fully open leaves on the trees, the last of the cherry blossoms.
In April I was delighted by the flowering cacti and other mostly yellow flowering plants.
This is the first year I am not running away from Arizona to a temporary haven in New York. This year I leave Arizona reluctantly as I have great relationships with my family and friends which make me feel sad to leave them. I slip less easily from one place to the other and I wonder if this transition is more difficult for me due to aging since I am not being motivated by negative emotions.