BACK WHEN WE HAD A BIT MORE ENERGY – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Energy

As I type this, my friend Ben up from Arizona is snoring softly on the sofa. All three dogs are asleep. Amazingly, I’m NOT asleep … but I don’t seem to sleep much.

Not sleeping is not the same as energy. I have exactly as much as I need to get done what needs getting done. Shopping, a bit of cleaning, dogs, husband … and writing posts.

Photo: Garry Armstrong

Okay, and taking a few pictures. Cooking.

But the energy and verve to go into Boston with all that TRAFFIC. Or take long drives. Traveling — airports and journeys? No energy. I get a headache thinking about airports and airplanes.

I might yet have another journey or two in me, but I was really hoping they’d have the transporter ready by now. Sadly, it has not arrived.

I remember having energy — even having a little to spare. Over time and a lot of surgeries and arthritis, it left home without me. I have good days when I get stuff done … and other days when I just can’t get myself in gear. I’m about to get myself in gear, but first, I have to wake up my sleeping friend. He doesn’t have quite as much energy as he used to either.

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Writer, photography, blogger. Previously, technical writer. I am retired and delighted to be so. May I live long and write frequently.

11 thoughts on “BACK WHEN WE HAD A BIT MORE ENERGY – Marilyn Armstrong”

  1. I think it was easier to get around when we were younger and not just because we were younger. There wasn’t the traffic like today and as for airports – there wasn’ts all the rigamarole of security etc.
    Leslie

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  2. I don’t have as much energy either. Today was one of those days I would rather sleep. Roomie decided I should go to market while he cooked. I finally did it so I would not hear “Reeeech! Por favor!”

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  3. It is true. Youth (energy) is wasted on the young. *sigh* But you look happy and lively in the photos, so maybe that’s the key? To FEELING ‘energetic’ even when you’re whipped. And knowing when to stop too. That’s just sensible. 😉

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