Originally Posted by
Buster Highmen
Kids these days. Sheesh.
But no, really, I empathize. I steer clear of the medical industry as much as I reasonably can, so despite low times, I don't get tested. I just try and do stuff. Plant trees, bike an hour a day, stack wood, garden veggies and flowers, down trees and buck them up. Hew the dreamshack. Cook, clean, help with the inlaws slide into the end. Keep moving.
I do think it's harder than before, maybe because I have the luxury or lack of hormones to stop and think about the flows. Loss happens. Joy becomes more elusive. Inspiration becomes less frequent and more work. Kids moving out; they were a big part of the day to day motivation and that transition is pensive. Isolation is a much more boring drinking buddy, so I don't consume as much as I used to. Most importantly, my skiing has slowed and I'm way, way more cautious.
All that history of the raging days fell away somehow. I guess it's part of the process and I just yank myself up more often and plunk along.
I respect what folks go through in the lows; I'm not going to trivialize your experiences. Here's a hand, we're all in this together.