I'm a little reluctant to start putting words down.  Number one, it's a little arrogant to think that people really want to know what I think.  Number two, I'm a painter, not a writer.  Number three, I don't know if I want my thoughts made public. 

I use to be the kind of person that blabbed everything I thought.  Painting and aging has changed me.  I've become more introspective and less social.  Outside my daughters and a few friends, I pretty well keep to myself.  I relish the days when I have nothing planned so I can exercise, fool around on the computer, garden and paint.  For the most part, aging has changed me for the better.  I have less angst. 

One might think that a lack of angst would work against me, in respect to my painting, and maybe it does, but I think I can remember enough of it to make it work for me.  It also helps that I listen to music when I'm painting.  Music is a great way to illicit emotion and prompt memories.  I guess it will have to do for now because I sincerely hope the days of real angst are over.