Aged

I feel like I am in some sort of transition right now. Everything seems to be changing. Bestest is busier than he was two years ago, so although I talk to him a lot, I actually see him much less. My doctor has diagnosed me with type two diabetes, so I am eating whole foods and more vegetables than anything else. I am taking more medicine than usual and I think it is affecting my sleep. I am walking, not like three years ago, but still getting in about 36 minutes a day. I've discontinued cable television, but I still have plenty to watch.

All of these things should be good for me, but I feel oddly off balance. As if I am teetering on a fine point that could be radically rocked with almost no provocation.

My creativity appears to be lying dormant. I am not feeling passionate about anything at the moment. That feels odd.

And of course I am growing older. I don't feel older. I hope that is not an illusion, because I still need to look forward to doing and being and changing in good ways.

An age is just a number. It doesn't come with a pattern I must slip into and I haven't found one I really want to follow yet, but I think I am on the edge of something.