Staples out. Energy low. Struggling to find a path forward. I want to see people, get out, move around. Yet. Even walking from my room to the elevator seems daunting, tiring. Inertia plays a role, too. Like so many I have my favorite chair.

This cycle of insult, recovery, seeking a better way. Repeated. Too often. Such that one recovery from my forehead banging fall to a crash in my living room to the most recent incident blend into one another. Recovery interrupted by insult. Little chance to consolidate learning, or even fully rest.

Yet, as Mary said yesterday, “You always bounce back up.” I do. A strong, almost instinctive, feeling. Get back up. Stand on your own two feet.

I’m learning that this, too, levies its own costs. First, energy. Getting up takes an inner push past a moment when my body counsels, slow down. Rest. Second, option blindness. Getting up and getting on may not be the best response. Third, new learning blocked. A routine reaction may ignore information offered but shunted away.

I need a respite. A long time with no interesting happenings. May it be so.