When I was younger, I drove everywhere to go to conferences and conventions. I flew to places I'd never been before, rented a car to get to the event, or took a shuttle, without any problems at all. I wanted to go so I did.
Hubby and I flew to all sorts of new places--switching airplanes and a couple of times even airlines.
I've slowed down a bit. It's no longer easy for me to dash from one place to another in an airport trying to get to the plane on time. Going to San Antonio the last time, I barely made it and only then because someone saw how distressed I was (thought I was having a heart attack) and put me in a wheelchair and took me where I needed to go at break-neck speed.
My plan was to attend Bouchercon this year, after all it's in Long Beach CA. I sent in my registration and someone asked me to be there roommate. Not only was the hotel expensive, but to get there, I had to fly from Bakersfield to L.A., then catch a shuttle to the Bouchercon hotel. The reservation for the hotel was only for two nights, making it not really worth the hassle of the trip. So I decided not to go. I'm disappointed of course, I won't get to see all the wonderful authors and fans who'll be there.
Another big change is I'll no longer go to book or craft fairs where I have to take a tent and put it up. Hubby has trouble getting around and hauling stuff is out of the question. Yes, it cuts down on a lot of great venues for selling books, like the Springville Apple Festival--but the last one we attended wore us both out.
Fortunately, there are a few places that provide the tents and the tables and within driving distances. I'll be focusing on those these days.
And of course, I love giving talks to groups about writing and/or my books.
As the saying goes, "Getting old is not for sissies," and it does make one make some hard decisions.
Marilyn aka F. M. Meredith