At 74 1/2, I’m surprised at my emotional stability, but not always sure that it’s not really apathy. When I was young and would get worked up about something, Mom would say, “Calm down, in the ultimate scheme of things, it’s not really going to matter.” I hated it when she said that, but now I often notice that I’m saying that to myself. There are at least three elements-one is the shrug of “been there, done that.” Another is I don’t get excited about clothes, collecting art or beautiful things for my house or even cookbooks. Don’t have room anymore for what I already have, trying to get rid of most of it. Lastly, not much could hurt me more than I’ve already experienced and I’m still standing.