There’s a country song where the singer says he’s not as good as he once was, but that he can still be good once. The older we get, the more we identify with the singer’s conclusion. The problem with pride seems to lessen. For me, it happened when I turned forty. Church league softball was in full swing, and I had refrained from actually playing the entire season. My husband made me promise I wouldn’t get out there and be … Continue reading →