Feeling absolutely antique today. No amount of coffee has perked me up.
Being old is uncharted territory — for me, for everyone. You only get one chance to get old, and I don’t want to screw it up. And not everyone gets to be old. So, there’s that gratitude thing.
About a month ago, I wasn’t getting anything done. So I had a talk with myself: Do the basics every day. Get up, clean up, make the bed, walk one mile. Period. Beyond that, I have to do three things. Either finish them or give them a set amount of time. They don’t need to be big or important, but something has to be done. Doomscrolling doesn’t count.
Today’s three things: laundry, getting the bat wreath 90% finished, and dinner at the Asylum’s “fancy” venue. None of these would be a big deal at sixty-something. But today, for me, they were enough. More than enough.
I can feel myself slowing down. It would be easy to just surrender to the inevitable. But I’m still determined to wear out, not rust out.
Oops — time to get ready for #3 on the list: dinner.