Everybody Disappeared

Let me just start by saying I love my dog. In addition to this, I’m extremely fortunate to have her (even tho she can be quite a handful—now, for instance). Moreover, I’m supremely grateful I’ve prioritized having a rich inner life and numerous interests.

In an episode of The Twilight Zone, there’s a guy who realizes everybody has disappeared, and he quickly decides it’s time to catch up on reading. I often have similar feelings after experiencing a few strokes. I write these here blog posts and expect most of them go unread. And to some degree, this is a facet of age. Previously, I had a variety of friends. Now, many/most of them are spending their free time with their spouses and/or children.

During this time, I want to be sure to make the most of it, because I realize it will not be like this forever. It’s important to me that I have something [awesome] to show for it.

As I’ve previously said, experiencing strokes was extremely disruptive, and my life (etc) is substantially different from before, but as I’m quick to remind myself, other people have successfully persevered against more challenging odds. And, to quote someone I met recently: “Nobody gets out of life alive.”

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