Hope I die before I get old
Jun. 27th, 2006 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoWhat the hell happened?
I used to sing. In choirs, in musicals, whatever.
I used to dance. Waltz, tango, cha cha, cumbia, swing of various flavors.
I used to act. School theater, community theater, Gods help me I even directed.
I built and painted sets. I wrote stories. I could read music and play very undemanding pieces on the piano.
Where the hell did I get that energy? Why is it so all-encompassing now to accomplish even the rude basics of life?
Is the rest of my life a process of cutting back and finding ways to do less and less? Because that would really suck.
I used to sing. In choirs, in musicals, whatever.
I used to dance. Waltz, tango, cha cha, cumbia, swing of various flavors.
I used to act. School theater, community theater, Gods help me I even directed.
I built and painted sets. I wrote stories. I could read music and play very undemanding pieces on the piano.
Where the hell did I get that energy? Why is it so all-encompassing now to accomplish even the rude basics of life?
Is the rest of my life a process of cutting back and finding ways to do less and less? Because that would really suck.