The last few hours, I've been processing some things I never knew before. It is good to keep learning and exploring, to know that I don't know it all. And I'm meditating on that as well. A person could think that she "has arrived" just because she is almost a half century old (especially if she spends a lot of time with younger people--pride and stubborness sets in). It's worse, actually, since now you know better there are no more excuses. How sobering is that?