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How Will You Remember Your Life?
On Reevaluating Our Time
The other day, I went to the pharmacy to pick up some medication for my mom, and of course, I couldn’t help but peek. It was diazepam, a type of anxiety medication also used for seizures and muscle spasms. Now, I can tell you for a fact that my mom does not have seizures or muscle spasms, or she would’ve told me. So the only rational conclusion is that it was prescribed for anxiety. She’s been feeling unwell lately, she says. Dizzy. Tired. Lack of appetite. No desire to do anything beyond going to the mailbox. It’s a general malaise that can be attributed to the changing of the seasons (my theory is that seasonal affective disorder hits us hard around here. We live in such a dull, dreary climate most of the year in Oregon that it’s easy to forget just a week or so ago things were bright, cheery and warm. Mother Nature can be a real pain sometimes).
I admit, I’ve been feeling a slight sense of malaise myself. The weather is still really nice around here — pockets of sunshine dominate the skies, at least for the next week or so — but it’s clear from the morning chill and the leaves changing color (not to mention the official turnover to autumn on the calendar) that it is no longer summer. And with the changing of the seasons I find it hard to stay balanced lately. Life has happened, of course, but not in such a way that it…
