
Giving Up… or Giving In?
I found myself reading the riot act the other day, because I suddenly realised I was on the verge of giving up.
And not just for the afternoon, or a day. I have already been doing some of that, much to my shame.
A big part of me wanted to give everything up. To be honest, I have been struggling to cope for most of this year. Putting it down to almost anything I could think of, finding new and better excuses every day.
The truth of the matter, I am sorry to say, is that I have been struggling to maintain my normal work ethic. Whatever I used to rely on seems to have faded away, leaving me confused and angry. I have never voluntarily given up on anything before, and never thought I would see the day when I did.
Almost against my will, I have somehow become a mere shadow of who I once was, and no longer recognise myself. I didn’t expect to reach eighty and find that I have changed so much. My memory facility has gone, if I want to do anything, I have to write them down, for seconds after thinking of something, it vanishes into thin air.
The number of times I have to ask about something I have been told is becoming embarrassing, and I am driving myself insane for losing the thread in middle of doing anything.
Everything has changed and become so much more difficult this year. All those annoying tweaks that were amusing to begin with have become a nightmare. I am forced to learn new ways to do all those things I have been doing for years. There are a few things that I might have to drop altogether, simply because I can no longer do them.
While I continue to figure all of this out, and find a way around all of this stupidity, I will try to concentrate on the important things, like writing, reading and communication, just to ensure I can continue doing what I love…
So I am not going to give up, or give in. There must be a way to beat this thing, and I will find it…

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