Yesterday, as part of my job, I did a strategic planning session with the board of directors from a senior center. During a break, I had the opportunity to speak with an 80 year old woman who asked when the session was going to be over. She wanted to get a bike ride in and still have time to work in her garden before the sun went down. As we spoke she said that being 80 was such a blessing. She no longer had a sense of obligation to anything other than what she deemed worthy. So, she volunteers, paints, rides her bike, works in the garden and listens to jazz. I can't wait to be 80.