Just thinking

I began obsessing about getting older.  I don't sleep very good.  I don't have a lot of energy.  I am often too tired to even begin to do all the things I think of and want to do.

That is a sign of aging.  I know it.  I have read about it.

Sooooo . . . I must be getting older!  That is frightening.

Of course when I think about it, I never slept very good and I never had as much energy as I wanted, not even at three.

I remember lying awake for what seemed like years every night.  I remember dreams where I kept walking uphill in the snow and all I wanted to do was lie down and sleep.

My mind can come up with a billion things to do, a million ideas to ponder, a zillion creative thoughts, but my body says, "Wait!  I'll think about that tomorrow."  (Or maybe that was someone else's body, but you get the idea.)

Thoughts like that wear me out!