I had lunch this week with a “re-calibration” friend. We all have them. A friend that makes us feel normal. Or somewhat normal. Let’s go with mostly normal.
Life gives us a bashing every day and we change along the way. One day it hits me in the face. Things are different. I feel differently. I wonder if I’m OK. It’s odd things too.
I notice that it takes less to make me feel overwhelmed. I keep my schedule simple. I like it that way. Overbooking agitates me.
Something that used to be fun isn’t and I don’t know why. Am I becoming a hermit?
Or energy! Good lord what happened to all that energy I had? I was active from dawn to bedtime. Now I struggle and sometimes sneak a nap.
When some people retire, they look forward to more travel. I am happy with less. A good stay-cation with no chores, walks and lots of margaritas has appeal.
I like my vacations simple and without airplanes. Been there, done that. I traveled when it was still fun.
Night driving doesn’t interest me. Much as I enjoy eating out, you won’t get me to drive an hour for dinner. Throw in some drinks, a long day and I worry about slowing reactions. Takes away the joy.
Lots of odd things like that.
Is it normal aging? Is this what old is? Is it OK or should I be concerned? Maybe a vitamin deficiency? Or a brain tumor? Have I turned into a batty old cat lady? Lots of questions.
When my interest in retail shoe fondling slowed to a crawl I knew I needed a jolt of…re-calibrating.
My friend doesn’t have the same interests but we both had changing attitudes with similar reactions.
We compared notes this week and were on pare with each other. Maybe we’re normal or we’re two weirdos. There is always comfort in numbers.