When we say “time” can alter our resilience, we give away our power. I try (not always successfully) to work from the assumption that how I respond to everything in life is a choice. I can choose to believe that time is what controls whether or not I am resilient OR I can choose to believe that the choices I have made/will make are what accounts for how my time is used. If I wish to be more resilient, then when something interfers with my resilence I need to think about how I can change something or come to accept it. Then time is not in charge of me I am in charge of how I wish to spend the time.

Mizrahi said it best ‘I have as much or as little time for things as I need.’

As a Artist time has turned my able delicate fingers into stuff and painful appendages. My fine lines are look like I painted them when in a nerves state instead out of a calm studio. The quick moves for retreating supplies feel like I am in slow motion action film. I think fast I read fast so to have my body out of sink with my intent can be disappointing if not darn right depressing. The paintings take a little longer to finish but they look like what I imagined. So the end result is not a insult in my eyes. I must except my aging as much as possible, but still when passing a mirror I tend to do a double take ” Me ? You’ve got to be kidding me ?” Alas the magic mirror has no sense of humor. Thank God I do.