Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
What an interesting word to think about after the busy holiday is just over. Usually, I’m more than ready for a retreat: A resting place; a quiet place; a place where no one can find me.
This year, however, has not been that busy for me. I’ve spent most of it lying down or sitting carefully. There has been very little of the usual bustle of activity. We didn’t even put up a tree or do any decorating, because I can’t; also, I didn’t want to burden Terry with that as well as everything else he’s taken care of since early October when this long journey started.
I’ve actually had my retreat! For three long months, with at least one more to go before I can pick up a normal life, I do NOT feel the need for a retreat. I have to back off that just a tiny bit though. When a person does pretty much nothing for such a long period of time, muscles get flabby and energy seeps away. I was up at 6 yesterday, showered, did my hair, got dressed–and I was tired. Then church, then the rest of the day with my daughter and her family. By the time I got home last night I was pretty useless. Just plain worn out.
So I’m thinking about that in relation to going back to work in February, and I think I’d better ask my secretary to schedule me very lightly for the first two or three weeks. I’m going to have to edge back into my normal schedule slowly, because this old body just doesn’t recover as well as it used to.
Isn’t it amazing how age creeps up on us? We really don’t expect it. It’s for other people. But here I am, feeling the onset of my senior moments turning into senior days, months, and years. I don’t mean to be gloomy. I WILL regain strength and energy once I can move around more freely. Still, I’m definitely feeling the impact of my years.
Well. I think I’ll retreat to the kitchen and find some coffee 🙂