Today Is My Birthday

No matter how hard I try, I cannot convince my mind and emotions that I am any older than about 17.



....... welllll,... maybe 40 ........



but no older than that, for sure.



And yet my body and my memory keep yelling at me, insisting that I am over 80.



Despite all the painful evidence, much of me refuses to admit the truth. I am still eagrely immature, and I still enjoy learning and doing new things. But my body screams when I try to do things I used to be able to do. I still think I can breakdance or play football... until I try.



And it isn't all due to "deconditioning", either.