Today has been a tired day. Cleaning up things after lunch, I suddenly had this total aversion to having to be really and truly old. Gray hair, aged, the whole package. Then I wondered if the way I was feeling was what it was like to be old. Just tired. No energy, hard to make yourself do things, just wishing for a nice nap like you used to take in college . . . the kind where you could sleep for as long as you wanted, waking up feeling all warm and good inside.
If that incredible, bone-deep fatigue is really what usual aging is about, I'm going to find another way. Too much of my life has been spent fatigued and depressed. Enough already.
If that incredible, bone-deep fatigue is really what usual aging is about, I'm going to find another way. Too much of my life has been spent fatigued and depressed. Enough already.
