That is the problem with growing older. Actions that used to be automatic you now have to think about before actually doing them. Life was an automatic string of events, you rose in the morning ready for the new day. That is where it all began. Your thoughts now resemble the photo, everything used to be so straight forwards. You got out of bed, stood on your two feet and began to move. Even rising from the bed becomes a problem. How shall I do it today (not every day is the same, otherwise it would really be boring).
First of all think about it, and move. Everyone has their own way of doing it. If you are still young and fit, you stand up. If you are a golden oldie, you push and strain and with luck you will be sitting on the edge of the bed. Wow, you are actually sitting, anyone can sit. Now the next part could be precarious, the first steps of the day. Put on your house shoes, that is always a good thing to do, it helps the stability. The next part comes automatically naturally, although you have to persuade your legs to move where you want to go. And so life goes on.
Using the vacuum cleaner is easier, because it does it all automtically. You just have to push it in the right direction, but be careful you do not trip over the cable. Cables often have a life of their own. Cooking: no problem, you cook the same stuff constantly. Perhaps you might add too much salt today, or not enough. That adds to the spice of life. It would be monotonous otherwise.
Another sleep after lunch and it all begins again. You wake and want to move, but it takes a few minutes until the body joins in with the brain.
Everyone has their programme, and so I switch on the computer for my daily prompt, which reacts automatically to my commends, at least it should. But there we have the human factor again messing it all up. Someone somewhere decides to change the programme, an improvement of course and nothing works automatially again. Your golden oldie brain no longer understands the world. Why are they doing this to me, it was so much better before because every came automatically. Now I have to seasrch. Profanities are uttered and suddenly eureka, you have found the missing link, the lost chord has returned. Even the arrangement on your terminal is different. Everthing is in a smaller version and you are being asked questions that never used to be asked.You complain and join in with the general discussions of unsatisaction. A day later you wonder why you bothered, you have already forgotten how it used to be, the brain has been reprogrammed. Even golden oldies get to grips with it eventually. It all arrives automatically.
Once there were prompts easy to understand
Once there were words where the ideas would land
Once there were thoughts to write on your blog
Now they have become a pea souper of a fog
Once they were part of an everlasting task
We were the bloggers who strolled through the prompts
To the tune of Greenfields, we all know it.