Just like you, but different
It’s not like I ever thought I would have some understated life, a bohemian devil may care existence. But it gets to a point when all around you it’s gone a bit squiffy,
At the moment:
It apparently it not enough having to had to go to three funerals in the last year, but right now, this week it just seems to be stacking up, like some weird cosmic bottle-neck. I get that as you get older that life catches up, but heck it’s not like I’m zimmer frame old, so just stop alright.
Bizarrely then with a frozen shoulder I’m possibly the fittest person I know. And that’s a scary thought in and of itself. (and it’s clearly not true). But somehow the circle of life appears to be on the homeward journey and I might have mentioned it before that I’m just a bit not ready.
So tonight a beer or two, and some quiet reflection is in order. As for this feeling of hopelessness and puzzlement, I’m hoping that this too shall pass.