The downside of being human is getting old. Part of that is getting sick. I’m feeling the burn of that right now, especially in regards to a shoulder that is flaring up with odd and barely tolerable pain. I think the biggest slice of the problem is lack of sleep. I mean, here it is 11:35 AZ time and I’m writing this post (along with NDA material for a certain RPG). Worse still is the fact that being sick is going to force me to miss a number of responsibilities over the next few days. I should be able to drag myself and the others to the game tomorrow evening, but beyond that is a big ole question mark.
The other part of the fatigue is the increased mental exercise of writing on a consistent schedule. I like that I am producing, but it is difficult to break myself into the steady routine of writing after so many years of relying on talent over effort. The same can be said of my athleticism, but I haven’t evolved a routine there yet.
Emphasis on yet. Everything is progress. Each day we get stronger, smarter, and more aware of who we are at the core. This is unless we decide we don’t want to know who we are at all.