butterfly II

 

I recently wrote a very smug post about how clever  productive I think I am being, but have since come to realise that although I have learnt so much more than I ever thought I could, along comes another truckload of stuff that I would love to be able to do. So much more to learn about book promotion, for a start.

This is on top of a workday crammed with so many things; I doubt I could fit anything else in. And if I thought my brain lacked something before, this is nothing compared to the state of it now.

I am talking about all the times I come to a standstill in the middle of the room, without a clue as to what I was doing or about to do. Could be either! And the times I catch myself doing something crazy, like trying to shove the kettle into the fridge!

Writing is becoming a bit of a problem too. If it wasn’t for the existing outline, storyboard and a pile of post-it notes, I don’t think my work would be coherent these days, unless my muse’s brain is in a better state than mine. I pray that it is.

I can manage to work on the PC efficiently enough; as I have an extensive filing system of all the lessons I have learnt at my fingertips, without which I could not function. Adding to these problems is the cataract in my left eye. Even on a good day, my vision is reduced; leading to feverish cleaning of the glasses, convinced the fault is there.

The rest of my body is starting to convey dubious messages also. Messages I try to ignore, but refuse to go away. After my tussle with cancer earlier this year, I felt remarkably well, but something still seems to be wrong and this state of euphoria has gradually faded, leaving me with more questions than answers.

Basically, all things considered, I know I am fighting a slowly losing battle on all fronts. It all seems to be downhill from here, and I had no idea how steep the incline would be. When did I get this old?

I still get good days, and not about to hang up my pencil just yet, though. Despite everything, I am still having fun, loving every confusing minute, even those annoying head banging ones. All the wonderful people we have met have made the journey worthwhile, and with a benevolent God and a following wind, the journey isn’t over yet!

 

 


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4 responses to “A Following Wind…”

  1. Nope, your journey is not over yet, not by a long chalk. I do know what you mean about how much more can a brain take in information. I am so saturated that I feel like a sponge. :)

    1. a sponge might be an improvement on my bucket with all the holes!

  2. Having had a series of health setbacks of late I occasionally found myself having a philosophical discussion with my Self about which one of those ones will be the ‘one’. Not that I’m anywhere nearly ready to head off on that next Journey, but I did find the ‘discussion’ less scary than I might’ve a decade or so ago.

    1. We are a lot braver than we think…fearless, some would say…

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