This has been a really thought-provoking post for me. Your question made me think first of my mother, who will be 86 next month and still works (following her passion of botany), reads widely, hikes and climbs mountains every week. Her 80th birthday present to herself was to abseil off the top of Table Mountain (apparently the highest abseil in the world) tied to a bit of rope, an experience she described as completely thrilling! Being physically unadventurous myself and inclined to be fearful, like you, I could never do the latter. But I guess what I’ve absorbed from her is a version of ageing in which one simply continues to embrace life in whatever ways are possible.
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