This guy is the same age as I am. I haven't had the trauma of a serious illness, but I did lose my career job of 38 years with the financial meltdown in '08, which oddly enough caused me to almost completely abandon professional sports. I watched the whiny players/drivers/professionals complain about their contracts and money, which just struck me as so selfish. It was a sort of epiphany of what was actually important. I had spent decades looking for things to complain about and I had everything I needed all along. Do what you want to do, not because someone else thinks it is needed, but what satisfies you. At the same time, I admit I need to be pushed a little, so striking a balance does take some thought. I am definitely not a type "A" person. I do get bursts of energy and enthusiasm for new things, occasionally, but I rarely rush into things. It probably drives my younger son nuts, a type A, as well as my sister, another type A. I tell them both, I will not be hurried and you can't make me, but I appreciate,(and need), them both. I lost my wife almost exactly six years ago now, prior to the pandemic, and of course the pandemic itself, which pretty much removed two years from everyone's life. I only have myself to worry about now, and maybe someday I will decide to get on a plane to somewhere else, (I do have a passport), but not today. I think about a train ride across Canada, or maybe a river cruise out west, and maybe that will happen, but only maybe. I don't feel alone. I am blessed with a few very good friends, and some close relatives, which I see regularly, what more do I need?