Recalibrating

Today has been an almost meltdown day. Would an almost China Syndrome be a Chia Syndrome? I think you’re getting the drift of my instability. What kind of a brain comes up with that?

I went through so many self-analysis sessions (They run about 5 to 10 minutes) and so many guilt trips (About two minutes each – all I can take) and so many What would be a good lifestyle? scenarios (Actually, they flash quickly because they seem so daunting). The punctuation in that sentence is weird, I know it, but so is this whole post. Anyway, this is what I am getting at: I went through so many thought sessions that my mind is now mush.

I would say synapses and stress hormones got a workout today. Maybe I am now sporting a stress fractal. Oh, that pun hurt; I’d better dip my toe in that pool, before jumping in. After all, I’m 65 – in trying to be hip, I might break it. Okay, a little more gradual than that.

Just one more thing

So, you’ve always been high-strung, getting fired-up about all sorts of things, feisty and opinionated . . . and then having heard all your life about mellowing out and just not caring that much about some things, you just sigh at events and go on . . . and then you stumble on an internet article that states apathy in older people is maybe due to SHRINKING BRAINS.

Yes, I didn’t need this. To top it off, though, I found myself thinking, “Oh, I don’t care.”

Call me Pin Head.