One way to tell you’re getting old is the eyes. They are still adjusting to the screen after laying in bed and playing Madden at a distance for the past hour. Zooming in and out and having that ability to easily focus is a thing of the past. The tradeoff, of course, is freedom and a level of wealth I didn’t have when I was younger. So here I am nearing fifty and debating the pro-cons of old vs. young. What I really ought to be doing is looking forward while at the same time making sure the body is staying put together. Humans are fragile creatures. Today I watched a girl dislocate her entire leg at the hip coming over a hurdle at a track meet. Yes, it is as gruesome as it sounds. It reminds me how risky it is playing sports–the thing a 3rd of my kids plan to do for the next few years at least and at least one professionally. Dangerous business, but it does often solve the issue of age/freedom tradeoff.
Honestly, I am not mad at my age. I am mad at the shape I am in and the time I spend not writing. I could be a much better writer if I did more of it. If I did more hours a day I would get more done. I need to get the stamina for the work back to where it needs to be. I don’t think it is an age thing. It is a too many distractions thing. I’m looking to solve that conundrum this summer.
Some Thoughts:
- At least the kid’s team won that meet today. It was their own invite, so losing was unacceptable. My kid lost 1 of 3 events. So, 2 firsts and a second. The other kid did not compete.
- Track season is in swing, so you’ll see some updates about such things come wednesdays…