Struggles

I have entered a phase of my life were most everything is a struggle.

I wake in the morning to struggle with shoes and shirts.

I look at each of the boxes of breakfast food, then in the refrigerator for something that will suit my taste, sometimes it is a futile gesture.

Then I struggle to remember where I put my reading glasses, once found I have to locate the paper.

My afternoons are a little better, but still there is the few moments of locating the book I started or looking to complete the short story I’m writing.

These are just a few struggles that face me now in retirement… and I wouldn’t give up any for the world of organization.