Even on my best days, I’m not able to give all I used to be able to give. These days I’m lucky if I can get three or four good hours of work before my brain starts to wonder off and take a stroll.
I guess that’s just one of the things that comes from getting older. You can’t do all the things you used to do plus, even if you could, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy them as long. Sucks.
They say with age comes wisdom. That’s probably true, But I would trade a bit of wisdom for a full day or two of solid work and the ability to sit for long periods of time without my back starting to feel like a tiny man is sticking a knife in it and twisting. I don’t want much, really.
I also don’t want this to sound like I’m complaining too much. I’m really not. There are a lot of positive things happening in my life. Still, thinking about it more, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to age gracefully.
I think I’m going to have to be dragged, kicking and screaming, into that good night. Rage? You betcha. Against lots of things, machines included.
But I think that’s good sometimes. It helps keep you alive to be still fighting the good fight.
Okay, that’s done for now. If you celebrate Easter, have a happy one.
If not, enjoy one of the greatest inventions ever devised: the weekend.
See you on the other side.
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