This week I decided to dip into my archives and reblog my most popular post. This was written in response to the Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge and was featured on Freshly Pressed.
I remember getting out of bed in the morning to muscles that didn’t ache and joints that did not crack and pop. I remember being able to see without the thick-lensed glasses I fumble for on my bed stand. I remember not needing a minute to loosen up, my feet screaming from their heel spurs, before I answer my children’s calls from their beds. In fact, I remember the time before children. An actual alarm clock woke me then. If it was not set, I would sleep the morning away.
My body doesn’t rest like that anymore. These past forty-one years have taken their toll. Though I consider myself healthy, I cannot stop the effects of aging…or the trauma of childbearing….or the enduring back, leg, knee, and foot pain after years of running. I imagine carpal tunnel will soon set in with all this writing.
But I don’t live with…
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2 responses to “about remembering”
I just read your article in CC on “A Preacher’s Anxiety” and I wanted to send you my sympathy for
the anxiety you feel, as well as my admiration for your writerly craft, candor and rickety faith. Peace be with you.
Thank you, Bob! Peace be with you too.