Consumed by Choices

I haven’t had an interest to write a post since 2024 because I’ve been absorbed with the following choices:

Sleep longer into the dark mornings or rise and climb the stairs to bask in front of the light box to ease my seasonal affective disorder

Dry up the artistic impulses or pick up the brush and paint a tree

Feel obligated to indulge in old rituals that no longer have meaning or construct new ones that bring happiness

Sit on the sofa late into the morning, surfing the computer or head outside to savor nature’s gifts

Ignore the bombardment of depressing political news or take action to challenge authoritarianism 

Lose faith in the power of human contact or seek out new friendships

Mourn my past life by reliving old memories or make new ones, maybe simpler, but no less pleasing 

 Neglect my commitment to keep my blog alive or write a new post today . . .. 

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By Marianna Crane

After a long career in nursing--I was one of the first certified gerontological nurse practitioners--I am now a writer. My writings center around patients I have had over the years that continue to haunt my memory unless I record their stories. In addition, I write about growing older, confronting ageism, creativity and food. My memoir, "Stories from the Tenth Floor Clinic: A Nurse Practitioner Remembers" is available where ever books are sold.

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