Hope I die before I get old

[cyrano]

What 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.

Comments

[ebonlock.livejournal.com]

Hopefully this is just a short term issue and you'll be able to launch back into more creative outlets soon. For the most part I'm blaming the weather for my own lethargy, it's just too damn hot most of the time to be inspired to do much more than sit and vegetate.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I'd feel a lot less threatened if I'd done much of this creative stuff in the past ten years. Since I moved to California, though, pretty much nothing.
Hunh. Ten years. I should have a party or something.