Today I found myself in a doctor’s office waiting for my wife to have her appointment. As is usually the case, everybody else in the waiting room was older than me.
Watching the people coma and go made me think about my own age, 51. I didn’t really feel it, but i see tell-tale signs in the mirror every now and then, when I want to. I also look at my hands and remember how they used to look. Sigh.
As i was sitting there with nothing to do, thoughts began occuring to me. Thoughts that I could write down, if I had a pen, and use for blog material. But alas, I was stuck. So I sat and waited, hoping I could remember a fraction of what I was seeing go through my mind about aging and getting older. Now that I’m at the keyboard, I can maybe remember the ideas, but the feelings that went with them. That is lost. Thoughts with feelings seem to mean something, without feelings attached they are just random ideas. When I feel something about ideas, I think i can make sense of them and I might have something to say. Then I might be able to say something.
Well, I do have more to say, but in a later post. Right now I am tired and trying to function with a cold, challenging for most people. I’ll be back later.
Original source: http://mfutoran.wordpress.com/2008/11/11/inopportunity/
