Somehow, I must have turned a certain age or a corner in my life. It must be something, for I seem to be changing.
As I get nearer to my seventy-eighth birthday, I have noticed oddness going on.
Odd is a very good word for what I am feeling.
Lately, you may have noticed that I have been bragging about all the writing I have been doing, but other good stuff has been going on too.
This time of year usually has a welcome effect on me, what with my bonsai collection changing from a row of twigs into beautiful trees overnight.
This year, after the steady inertia of Winter, everything has suddenly started to feel different.
It’s not just what I am doing though, it’s everything that’s going on in my head. (Which at my age is nothing short of remarkable)
Things that used to matter are soaring over my head without pausing to bash me on the head. I no longer want to bite anyone who tries to order me about or cast aspersions all over my plans and dreams.
Believe me, this last thing is having a profound effect on me.
I am like a different person. These past few days, the reason for these changes has been slipping unheeded into my subconscious, but within reach on those thoughtful days. (I hope you get days like that.)
I am deliberately not dwelling on what this might mean, regarding my mental health, as this doesn’t matter either.
You know how our muses can come and go? Well, all my guilty secrets seem to have gone the same way. I am calmer than I have ever been. I just wish I knew how it happened, so I can repeat it if necessary.
If I forget something, or make mistakes (the best one of all) I know it doesn’t really matter as I will get it right tomorrow…