Friday Writings #229: Wonderful! Which No Longer Fits…

A couple of weeks ago, an old friend invited me to The Tulip Dig, an event that involves a bunch of New Yorkers digging up tulip bulbs from certain areas in Park Avenue. I declined—the stitches from my last surgeries were still fresh (and angry). Also, playing in dirt (fertilized with manure) is not the most intelligent of activities when one’s immune system is not 100% reliable (um… probably, not even 85%). Anyway, last week, a mutual friend of the “old friend” called me to ask about my depression, since they were told that “she (meaning moi) no longer enjoys the things she used to love doing. And everybody knows what that means.”

I’m not depressed (thank goodness). But after surgeries, chemotherapy, radiation, and more surgeries… my flesh and bones and immune system and I have never been quite the same. I’ve had to make a lot of changes, be selective about my priorities, and find fun replacements for many of the things I used to love (which my body and energy levels no longer accommodate well). I’m sure I’m not alone in this. Time, circumstances, location… and all sorts of things force us to change how we approach life and living. Right?

With that thought in mind, my dear poets and storytellers, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to find inspiration in the idea of letting go of something that used to be wonderful, which no longer fits in your life. 

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