Tonight, as I was eating a grilled steak and waiting for the asparagus to finish cooking, I marveled at the days when I could not only make all the dinner courses come out ready at the same time, but also could work full time, work several part-time jobs, attend my kids' school events (not to mention making sure they got to school and their needs were met), and take care of my house and bills. I suppose we always do what we need to -- or at least some of us do -- but, gosh, that seems like a lot, especially relative to my lesser current duties.
Part of it is probably age-related, but I don't think that's all of it. My best friend has a twelve-year-old son and is very involved in his school and extracurricular activities. She also has lupus and fibromyalgia. She takes no medication (for the fibromyalgia) and in addition to all she does for work and her son, she makes time to go to the gym to keep her conditions from becoming worse. Just thinking about it makes me tired.
Maybe if I had more to do I'd feel like doing more. I was talking with an old friend recently. He retired and doesn't know what to do with himself, so he's finding odd jobs to keep him busy. I told him I think it's funny that when we're young and working so hard, we can't wait to stop; when we do stop, we go nuts with nothing to do. If there's a happy medium, I haven't found it yet.
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