A WRINKLE and a WONDER a week

a WRINKLE a week :I used to ________ run, play guitar… ( Fill in the blank).  If my conversations are full of used to’s, then I know my now is lacking something. Melancholy for a younger, better me diverts my attention from what I am doing now. When the present me is not so cool, do I get points for all the things I used to do?  Was I really a better version of myself then, but now I’m just old?  I know I have a long past, and a future which will be much shorter, but I am learning the moment I have right now is really the only one I need. What am I going to do with this moment? “Used to” is really nowhere

a WONDER a week: Whatever “it” was or is, it’s not a fatal flaw or I’d be dead. I wonder  how many times I got through it when I just  “couldn’t do it” anymore. I walked or I crawled, but I kept moving. Iv’e learned I don’t get an “A”for pretty, I get an “A” for effort. Remember that awful, cringe commercial from 1980, about a perfume Enjoli, where the heroine sings and dances while crowing: I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never let you forget you’re a man.”  Well I don’t cook, I don’t really like bacon and I won’t help you if your masculinity is so fragile that I need to remind you you’re a man. So the wonder of it all is I’m really much stronger than I give myself credit for. And I’m not done yet.