Serene Ambition started out as a blog site for reflections on aging. While I get distracted by a variety of other interests, I am still interested in how we experience the last portion of our lives. Somewhere in our 50s I think, there is a shift in how most of us relate to the future and ourselves. There is a ‘fork in the road’ where our bodies and our minds begin to move in different directions and age at different speeds. My thesis has always been that how we experience age (and
Today is President’s Day and the pundits are engaged in a ranking of our nation’s presidents as if it were the ‘leader board’ in a PGA tournament. I think this illustrates our national compulsion with polls and pundits compiling endless opinions and assessments about almost everything. For better or for worse, our president is the person that can shape the direction and potentially the destiny of our nation and the world. It is a thankless and paradoxical job in many ways.
The last blog I wrote was in September 2016. I was challenging my modest readership to not get sucked into what was becoming the Trump Train and suggested that, like the Uncle Remus story about a ‘tar baby’, we were likely to become stuck in a pattern of ‘the-more-we-resist-the-more-embroiled-and-trapped-we-become’. In the year and a few months since, I suspended my blog-a-day habit and joined the army of the resigned, wringing our hands and bemoaning the apparent collapse of