When I was younger, I could burn the candle at both ends and in the middle without any physical consequences. Lately, I've lost that resiliency and I miss it. I like being busy. I like being over-scheduled. It makes me feel alive.
Just in the last six month, I've found I don't rebound so easily from a spate of busy-ness. I find myself needing the heavy equipment just to get out of bed. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm feeling old.
My friend, Lorrie, says I've been calling myself old since I was in my forties. And she's right, I have. But that was a way to pat myself on my back for all my activity and energy. People would say, "Oh Royce, you're not old. Look at all you do!" What a sneaky way to get a compliment!?!
Now I've reached my golden years, I'm wishing I could have the resilience of my forties back. To be able to leap from bed ready to face the day instead of hitting the snooze bar for another nine minutes of sleep would be a rare gift indeed.
It is an unfortunate reality that the old saw, "youth is wasted on the young," is so true. My head doesn't believe that it's 61, but my body reminds me of my age every minute of the day.
Ah, sweet bird of youth. You have flown by so fast.
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