Loving the "nickel life"

What might such a life mean?

Excerpt: "Then various writers started telling us that we were born for such a time as this. This is never a good sign. This means that we are doomed, that the sky appears to be falling — assassinations, wars, elections. In a time such as this, we are exhorted to find the strength and moral vision to rise up, help transform evil and hopelessness into goodness. I don’t remember agreeing to this, but somehow I’ve always been swept up and carried along by the folks making good trouble.

The truly aggressive people among us would say jovially, “May you be born in interesting times.” My preference would be not to be born into interesting times. Interesting times are the problem. My preference would be that it all just stop.

At 71, I am a youngish old person. Almost everything still works fine, except for the vision, hearing, balance and memory. Otherwise, all systems go.

I play pickleball, read, hike, write, tend to my family and have great friends. This seems ideal for the life of a 71-year-old woman. But then along comes another time that I was born for."