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.

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[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

(I think it's both. But a lot of it is physical. And I also think the geography plays into it. You can probably bike to a wide variety of creative hotbeds. Even if I were in shape, I don't think that'd be feasible for me.)