Betrayed

Sunday morning hits and I wake up to the lovely sounds of my children fighting. A silent groan slips between my lips and I put a pillow over my head.

It is the sign of Sunday morning parenting, this desire to see them magically negotiate a truce between them. Further dismay comes from the ache I feel in my legs. They aren’t working the way I want them do.

Too much basketball. Been playing too hard for too many years and my body is betraying my will and desire. It is a bitter pill to swallow, this feeling that I just can’t make it work like it used to.

I make adjustments and play differently but it doesn’t matter. I can’t draw blood from a stone and I am sort of sad about it. My desire to compete is stronger than ever and I suppose my ego is there too. It hurts to let inferior players beat me, well they aren’t inferior now but they used to be.

There comes a revolution and this is how it goes.

Been listening to The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd and Springsteen this morning. Emotional Rescue, Kashmir, One Slip and Happy.

These songs make my heart sing and I feel like maybe there is a way I haven’t tried yet. Maybe there is something more in the tank and a way to turn back the clock. Always a way to make things work, always a way to get it done.

I just need to find it.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

• Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
• Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.