I generally never feel my age. Not my age in actual years that is. Ever since I left my marriage I’ve felt so much younger, vital and alive. Until these past few days. I think I’m getting worn out. I have a doctor’s appointment this morning. It seems a ganglion cyst has appeared on my foot and is making my shoes unhappy. I hate unhappy shoes! Tomorrow I’ve scheduled a dental appointment. I’m hoping a buff and polish will do the trick.
I simply have too many plates spinning on those posts and they’re all wobbling! Hunter was recently diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder the Inattentive variety. So we’ve begun treatment to help him manage better in school. He seems to be getting along alright so far.
Then I have this gorgeous granddaughter who inherited my extreme grace and elegance. She was roller skating a couple of Saturday’s ago and was waylaid by a more experienced teenager. She was utterly run over and splattered on the floor. She lost her final front baby tooth and lots of skin under her nose. She’ll of course be just fine, but it adds to my list of stuff to worry about.
Then over the weekend, I realized that when I return from my road trip.. I’ll be jobless and homeless. Financially, I’m doing just fine and I’ll be in good shape til I find my next path. It seems to be the homeless part that has me in a snit. I looked at a few apartments over the weekend. But none of them ‘called’ to me. It would be just fine to wait until I return to see where I want to go next. But it’s really got me troubled that when I come home.. I won’t have a driveway to pull into. When I come ‘home’ where exactly will I stop the car?
Any of you adventurer’s out there, please speak up with your words of experience and wisdom.
So, back to my first sentence.. I generally never feel my actual age. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m kind of beginning to feel it. And I don’t especially like it. I hope that as things resolve over the coming weeks, that I’ll go right back to feeling like my usual youthful self.