Perhaps it’s the time of year, maybe it’s the time of man; but baby, there are times when I feel all of my age and then some! Of course watching prime time TV does little to assuage my anguish.
ED-living-with-matching-bathtubs … High triglycerides?!? Where’s my Lovasa? … Are you feeling a bit Low-T there, fella?!? … High cholesterol? … Maybe you just need to color that hair!
Reality dictates that it’s just a natural part of the process … That vague awareness that some physical tasks used to be easier to perform … The sometimes achy process of unfolding yourself from that a-little-too-comfy spot on the couch …
Fahgettaboutit!, your Psyche says. You’ll get over it. You’ll rebound. Just drop a few pounds; get back to the gym; remember how well you felt when you worked your program? Of course I told you to keep working. I told you not to take the easy way out. I told you that summertime wasn’t a reason to skip the early morning gym sessions. I told you not to ….
Enough with the GUILT already!! It’s already depressing to think that so much work has to go into wringing every possible ounce of utility out of this aging machine. Do I really need to be reminded of all the woulda, coulda, shouldas?!?
Certainly, having my younger brother around the last two weeks ain’t helping! Only two years younger, he can crank a golf ball much, much farther than I with a ridiculous ability to coil and uncoil it makes my back hurt just watching. And he claims he’s not coloring HIS hair … Pffttt … To top it off, HE retired this year! Ugh …
Time to rededicate! Recalibrate … Inculcate … Without so much as a whisper to remonstrate …
Only this time take it seriously! Treat it like a life decision, not a life sentence! Only of course it is a sentence without parole … For to stop, to let up, to take even a little time off …
Insidious is this sense of doom!! This feeling of impinging gloom … How does anyone keep up the struggle, when all I want are naps to juggle?!?
Nattering nabobs of negativity; Cease betraying my need for alacrity! Just get me over this imposing ridge! Or geez, just get my eyes off the ‘fridge!
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Perfection is a lofty goal indeed, I shoot for plausible adequacy. If we listened to all our personal complaints and all the issues people pushing products told us that that we must have or should want to have then we would all be depressed all day.
I think trying to improve in something, say being a better blogger, a more savant-like turf expert to the masses, build a better brick BBQ, or making an awesome BBQ 3 egg ommlette gives a little motivation to life. It is also quite acceptable to not worry about improving aspects of life an just enjoy the situation as is.
As bad as things may be, or may feel like they are, you can be sure that 20 years in the future you will be referring to those times as the good old days and you may be aching for a chance to venture back to those days. I’m just saying….
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omelets … yum!
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