Older me vs. younger me

I just had an experience that made me reflect on growing older. I was in my car about to walk up to my apartment door when I was faced with a problem. I had picked up 10 rolls of quarters from the bank (for laundry) and I had my laptop and a long power chord to take up as well. The younger me would have tried to hold all of the quarter rolls in one hand while trying to hold the laptop and the tangled power chord in the other hand and walk up. But older me calmly looked around, found a pair of shorts that I had left in the car, put the quarter rolls into the pocket of the shorts, rolled up the tangled chord and took them all up easily. Now I'm not saying that younger me would have necessarily dropped the quarter rolls, scattering quarters all over the place or drop an expensive laptop, but it would have been a riskier enterprise than what a little calm thought avoided altogether.