Only in my dreams.

The aging process. Trying to understand and grasp it. What am I supposed to feel like? Now that I’m 83. Am I  normal or abnormal for my age? Being who and what I used to be. That’s impossible. In many, many ways. Have I adjusted to the changes? Adequately. In order to make the most of what I’ve become. Sometimes it scares me. Becoming aware. That I’ve lost stamina and dexterity and know-how. Can’t perform like 50 years ago. Of course, that’s to be expected. But am I in worse or better shape than most octogenarians? How do I evaluate my situation? Where do I fit in? What can I do? To excel. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Now that I’m an old fart. I suspect. That it’s never time to wave the white flag of surrender. Better to pursue the reasonably good life. Right up to the end. I’d like to proceed. Without limits. But maybe that can be accomplished. Only in my dreams.  Thank gawd. I’ve become a dreamer. --Jim Broede