Barbara J. Hamby

I Get It

I think I’m finally catching on. I’m never again going to have the energy I once had. I’m probably not going to finish all the things I want to do in this life. So I’ll have to prioritize and learn not to feel guilty if I sit with my feet up under the big umbrella on the deck and read or doze.

I’ve been around long enough one might think I’d have run out of things to do by now. Not so. It seems as if I just flit from one project to another and when and if I finish something, I always think of another task I’d really love to tackle.

There’s the next poetry book I’d like to put together and the memoir stories to weave into a book. There are boxes of pictures to sort and cull, and hundreds of photos tucked away in two computers and stored on CD’s. Some of them might fit into memoir tales here and there, if I’d take the time to find them.

But some days I just want to veg out and listen to music, maybe read emails or newspapers or books, until the muse teases me away with a verse or two.