Most mornings I go for a power walk along our lovely trail and when I do I tuck my phone in my shirt so it won’t fall out. It’s a great way to carry it but the result on these hot days is that when I go to take a picture, the phone is a bit foggy and leaves this soft haze around most of the pictures I take.
There seems to be a similar haze in my brain the past week or so. The number of things I’ve forgotten is staggering. Well, only three really. One day I was so foggy I forgot my friend was coming for coffee. I was mortified when she showed up the door.
When we get to certain age things like can be troubling. We worry if we are beginning to lose it. Are we suffering some sort of dementia or have we just suddenly become stupid.
After worrying and stewing about it for a couple of days I’ve decided that while I will keep an eye on myself I’m likely not losing it. What is happening is more likely to do with being a little discombobulated, as my mother would say.
A couple of months ago my whole life took a bit of turn and things changed drastically. I trudged through and made all the decisions and moves that had to be made. I was almost heroic as I pushed through the pain of it all. I didn’t even get depressed.
Could it be that after two months of braving it all my brain was saying, “take a break”. This is what I prefer to think. Other’s may have different opinions but this is mine.
What happens to you after you have made your way through a tough time?
How does your letting down manifest?
Can you relate to my experience?