Back in the day
I’ve spent a good deal of today trying to get over three evenings out last week and Friday night in with friends and for the life of me, that used to be nothing, but now it’s like I was running a marathon and just stopped. I lay in bed this afternoon instead of going to the acrobatic workshop at Swan River, the bootcamp at NOAC, the bike ride to the lakefront – I was paralyzed by ruminating thoughts – all overwhelming in scope and then a friend called and she had a brilliant idea – brilliant.
I’m not the woman I used to be as far as stamina to go out and cut a rug and beat the bushes with my stick, but I got somethings going on for me that you can’t shake a stick at and that is drive. I don’t know where it comes from and when it is stopped in its tracks like it has been recently I get the shakes and the shivers and the quivers and the WHAT AM I GOING TO DO anxiety attacks, but when I have a plan, well, now that’s a different story.
I spoke to an old colleague of mine on the phone late yesterday, it made me think of things from the past – back in the day – back in the day.