For the first time in my life I feel old. I feel washed out and in need of renewal.
Renewal, a new beginning, a new life.
I am struggling to bounce back into life after a long struggle with health issues and the death of my dog which in itself shouldn’t affect me as it has.
I wonder what my future holds? Do I keep on pushing on or do I give in to the fatigue of life and wait to die?
What is bugging me? Is it really the blight of old age or ill health?
Or could it be I am in the throws of depression for a life not yet lived ?
My soul is waiting for me to listen.
I have lost touch with my soul and my creative process. It is creativity that feeds the soul of a writer.
And as the clock ticks, I need to take action, prioritise my dreams and feel the fears of a late life crisis.