Waving, Not Drowning.

It’s twenty hours since I made a blog post. That’s a long time for me.

I felt rough yesterday, in ways I’ve never felt before. I kept thinking that it was simply a result of having overdone the manual work during last week’s fine weather. I thought the fatigue problem was on its way out, but it seems it wasn’t and I overstepped the mark. You’re not supposed to do that, apparently, but it’s an easy mistake to make. Gardens don’t wait for fatigue problems to go away!

Nevertheless, it had me wondering again – musing on the question of mortality and death, and how I feel about it all. It wasn’t morbid musing, just philosophical and practical. I keep wondering lately whether I have anything left to do in this life, whether there are any more adventures to be had, any more aspirations to achieve, any more connections to be made, anything else to contribute, any sparks left to ignite the will to push forward. I’m still a long way short of the average age for shuffling off, but so what? Is that any reason to hang on pointlessly?

No, not morbid, just curious.

To some extent it’s been the story of my life – always looking for the next spark to come along so I can grab it and ignite the next phase. I’m not the most patient of people and I find the doldrums tiresome.

Now I’m mixing my metaphors, which won’t do, so I think it’s time for lunch.