I love the game of Go, I love golf, I love my wife, I love teaching, and I love math – and this makes me glad.
Eight years ago, I ended that sentence with the word, “sad.” Eight years of minor and not so minor health problems. Eight years of increasingly ill golf buddies and relatives. Eight years of friends and relatives passed. I have the sense that I am intently clinging to those activities and those people who give me the most pleasure. Now I marvel at those few new ideas that enter my brain. I am paying closer attention to my friends, my students and my wife and sometimes reel in amazement at their creativity, their humor and their courage. I am still looking forward and striving to improve, though now there is a sense of impending limitation and fear of not finishing my small projects. So, I’m glad and grateful that I can still play and think and enjoy other’s company. As you can see, I am no longer measuring or judging my performance. I am intentionally and self-consciously paying attention. I love living on the Earth in an Earth-designed body with an Earth-responsive brain and it makes me glad.