It’s not that I’m so terribly old. I may tremble when I walk and need support on rough terrain, but I still remember where I’m going and why I’m going there, at least most of the time. My once solid footfalls are shaky and tremulous, but if my body would be more cooperative, I could overcome this, I’m sure.
My body has developed a very bad attitude. I used to be able to count on my body. It would come through for me. Support my decisions. Help me to achieve my goals. Then, it began to need a coaxing and ultimately, outright bribes.
MIND: Hey, Body?
MIND: I’d really like to go horseback riding.
BODY: I don’t think so.
MIND: If you let me do it, I’ll take you to the spa and get you a massage.
BODY: I will also need chocolate. And coffee. Lots of it.
The years have continued to roll along. Now, there’s no reasoning with that recalcitrant body. It has gone on strike and isn’t coming back to work without a substantial pay raise and vastly improved working conditions.
Like I said: Really bad attitude!